Many young men, including Hu Jie and Zhu Lang, looked at Guo Li differently now. They no longer dared to look down on her just because she was a woman.
Duan Lingtian, on the other hand, was not surprised at all.
Guo Li was a woman, and she was the strongest powerhouse among the younger generation in Fuyu Town at the age of 27. She even defeated Ye Man who was also on the Intermediate Mortal Shedding Stage. It was clear how powerful she was.
Hu Jie who was looking for another target had a slight change of expression when he saw the young man who stood up from Guo Li's feet looking at him.
He noticed that the young man's gaze was vicious. It was obvious that he thought he was Guo Li's companion.
And Guo Li's actions just now were naturally seen as helping him.
Hu Jie immediately dismissed the idea of occupying a wooden house near the outer area. He pinched his nose and looked for a wooden house near the septic tank to stay in.
Although it was a little smelly, he endured it.
"What a heroine! Beauty, you're very powerful … Why don't you try challenging the Thirteen Gangsters? "
Just when Duan Lingtian was about to enter the wooden house, a young man looked at Guo Li who was about to enter the wooden house and grinned. "As long as you can defeat any one of the Thirteen Gangsters, you'll be able to occupy the wooden house that he's staying in."
The young man pointed at the high platform behind the septic tank as he spoke. There were thirteen brand new wooden houses on it.
"You won't be able to smell the stench if you stay there … That's because there's a small Wind Attribute Formation on the side of the high platform that blows the stench of the septic tank toward us."
The young man continued to persuade, "Moreover, if you become one of the Thirteen Gangsters, even if you're the last one, you'll receive 100 eighth-grade Saint Stones every month … Meanwhile, people like us can only comprehend ten eighth-grade Saint Stones every month."
Thirteen Gangsters?
Upon hearing the young man's words, apart from Guo Li, even Duan Lingtian, Hu Dong, and Zhu Lang looked at the thirteen brand new wooden houses on the high platform.
"Are those the Thirteen Gangsters that Senior Lin mentioned earlier staying there?"
Duan Lingtian's heart skipped a beat.
At this moment, Guo Li and the other two finally realized what was going on.
"F * ck! We only get ten eighth-grade Saint Stones every month, but they get at least 100 eighth-grade Saint Stones every month … It's not fair, it's not fair! "
Zhu Lang shouted loudly.
"How's the cultivation of the Thirteen Grand Guardians?"
Guo Liqiu's eyes lit up. She was also interested in the position of the Thirteen Grand Guardians. However, she was very calm and did not rush up impulsively.
"Apart from the people in the top five who are at the Mastery Mortal Shedding Stage, the others are at the Intermediate Mortal Shedding Stage."
Upon hearing Guo Li's question, many people scrambled to answer for her. "There are 13 wooden houses on the high platform … From left to right, that's the ranking of the Thirteen Grand Guardians."
"The one who lives in the wooden house on the far left is the number one of the Thirteen Gangsters! The one on the far right is the weakest one among the Thirteen Gangsters. "
Many people opened their mouths to explain. Even more people's eyes lit up as they waited to watch the show. They wanted nothing more than to see the world in chaos.
"There are markings on it."
At this time, the sharp-eyed Duan Lingtian also noticed that the thirteen wooden houses on the high platform were all engraved with symbols … From left to right, the symbols were '1' to '13' respectively.
"Among the Thirteen Grand Guardians, the top three … have the opportunity to be summoned by the City Lord himself and receive guidance."
Someone added fuel to the fire.
"I, Zhu Lang, will definitely be one of the Thirteen Grand Guardians!"
Zhu Lang exclaimed loudly. Since there was a Flight Prohibiting Formation in the city, he could only run to the side of the septic tank and jump onto the high platform where the Thirteen Grand Guardians were.
"Haha! This is going to be a good show! "
"I wonder if he'll be able to make the Thirteen Grand Guardians change their blood."
"I think it'll be difficult. Let's not talk about the top five who are at the Mastery Mortal Shedding Stage among the Thirteen Grand Guardians … Even the bottom eight who are at the Intermediate Mortal Shedding Stage are the best among the Mortal Shedding Stage. Their strength is extraordinary. "
"That's right. Otherwise, they wouldn't be the Thirteen Grand Guardians."
…
Many young men lifted their heads to look at the high platform with anticipation on their faces.
"He's going to challenge the Thirteen Grand Guardians as soon as he arrived at the Latent Dragon Camp?"
At this moment, many young men and women walked out of the dilapidated wooden houses. They were attracted by Zhu Lang.
After they came out, all of them looked at the high platform with interest.
Duan Lingtian raised his eyebrow. With his Heavenly Eye, he could easily see that these people were at the Early or Intermediate Mortal Shedding Stage … It made sense. If they were at the Mastery Mortal Shedding Stage, they would have been one of the Thirteen Grand Guardians.
They would not stay here and smell the stench in the septic tank.
Other than receiving 100 eighth-grade Saint Stones every month, the Thirteen Grand Guardians could live in a place where they could not smell the stench of the septic tank … Their preferential treatment was obvious.
Who would not want to be one of the Thirteen Grand Guardians if they had some strength?
Of course, there were some masochists who liked the 'smell' below.
However, Duan Lingtian knew that he was not such a masochist … Therefore, he had already made up his mind to challenge the Thirteen Grand Guardians and become one of them.
Soon, Zhu Lang arrived at the last wooden house among the thirteen brand new wooden houses.
Perhaps Zhu Lang was a little hot-headed just now, but after he got onto the high platform, he calmed down and chose the weakest one among the Thirteen Grand Guardians.
The owner of wooden house No. 13.
As one of the Thirteen Grand Guardians, the closer the wooden house was to the front, the better the treatment. There was a huge difference in their strength.
For example, the top five were all geniuses on the Mastery Mortal Shedding Stage.
Although the bottom eight were all on the Intermediate Mortal Shedding Stage, there was still a difference in their strength … The owner of wooden house No. 13 was undoubtedly the weakest among them.
However, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse.
Even if he was the weakest, it was only in comparison to the other twelve of the Thirteen Grand Guardians.
"The air here is much fresher."
Standing in front of log cabin number 13, Zhu Lang took a deep breath and said somewhat intoxicatedly … In here, he couldn't smell even the slightest bit of stench. Compared to the area below the high platform, it was like a completely different world.
"Hey! The guy in wooden house No. 13, come out … Your Master Zhu has taken a liking to your dog house! "
Soon, Zhu Lang shouted at wooden house No. 13.
Dog house?
Upon hearing Zhu Lang's words, the group of people, including Duan Lingtian and Guo Li, had a strange expression on their faces.
Did this guy just say that wooden house No. 13 was a dog house?
Did that mean that he wanted to fight for the dog house?
"Hahaha … Who's there? How dare you challenge me, Hou Lin?"
Almost as soon as Zhu Lang's words left his mouth, a loud laughter resonated from the wooden house. The laughter was wild and unbridled. Just by the voice alone, one could tell that it was an arrogant person.
Soon after, the door was opened, and a tall and muscular young man with a ferocious expression walked out. He stood there like an iron tower that was intimidating.
This young man was close to two meters tall.
He was the person who ranked 13th among the Latent Dragon Camp's Thirteen Grand Guardians. His cultivation base was on the Intermediate Mortal Shedding Stage. He was one of the best among the Martial and Dao Cultivators on the Intermediate Mortal Shedding Stage in the Latent Dragon Camp.
At this moment, the young man was glaring at Zhu Lang fiercely. "Shorty, you're the one who wants to challenge me, Hou Lin?"
Shorty?
Upon hearing Hou Lin's words, the corner of Duan Lingtian's mouth could not help but twitch.
No matter what, Zhu Lang was at least 1.7 meters tall. However, Hou Lin had called him a shorty … However, compared to Hou Lin's height that was close to two meters, Zhu Lang was indeed a little short.
"Then, let's see how a big guy like you is going to defeat a shorty like me!"
Upon hearing Hou Lin's sarcasm, Zhu Lang's face turned grave. His eyes were bloodshot. He stomped his feet and his body suddenly spun like a tornado.
"What a powerful movement technique!"
Duan Lingtian's eyes lit up.
Zhu Lang's movement technique was so fast that he was even faster than Ye Man from the Yeh family in Fuyu Town. Of course, there was still a gap between them.
"You're quite fast … However, you won't be able to defeat me with just speed!"
Faced with Zhu Lang who seemed to have transformed into a tornado, Hou Lin's face turned a little ferocious. The muscles on his body bulged, causing his clothes to bulge.
If it was not for the fact that his clothes were spacious to begin with, his clothes would have been torn apart.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
…
When Zhu Lang was close to Hou Lin, a sword appeared in his hand out of thin air. The sword moved like a swimming dragon, creating sword flowers that were dazzling and eye-catching.
Every time the sword moved, it seemed as though it was drawing a sword flower in the air.
"Zhu Lang's sword is faster than Ye Man's saber … His overall strength is much stronger than Ye Man's."
Upon seeing this, Duan Lingtian could not help but think of Ye Man whom he had fought before, the Martial Cultivator at the Intermediate Mortal Shedding Stage.
Ye Man was the first Martial Cultivator at the Mortal Shedding Stage whom he had fought since he came to the Dao Martial Saint Land. Although Ye Man was strong, he was far from being a match for him.
In just one move, he was defeated by him.
Hou Lin's expression turned grave as he faced the sword flowers that accompanied Zhu Lang's tornado-like figure. A metal rod appeared in his hand.
Naturally, it was not an ordinary iron rod. It was a Human Rank Mediocre Saint Weapon.
"Ha!"
Suddenly, Hou Lin shouted. The iron rod in his hand trembled and began to spin. In just a blink of an eye, it seemed to have transformed into a windmill that spun rapidly in front of him.
"Is this an offensive technique or a defensive technique?"
Duan Lingtian could not help but feel shocked when he saw Hou Lin swinging the iron rod and causing the air to tremble.
Perhaps it was because of the strong gravity in the Dao Martial Saint Land, Duan Lingtian noticed that Hou Lin's technique that could cause shockwaves in the Cloud Continent only caused waves of rolling airwaves here.
At this moment, Zhu Lang also arrived in front of Hou Lin. Along with the sword flowers that he shot out, he pointed at Hou Lin.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
…
Along with the sound of metal clashing, Zhu Lang's body began to tremble. In the end, the hand that was holding the sword trembled, and the web between his thumb and index finger was torn, dripping with blood.
At the same time, the sword in his hand was sent flying by the iron rod in Hou Lin's hand and fell to the ground with a clang.
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