When they got their hands on some valuable treasures …
Setting off the beacon was the most obvious choice, but also the most unwise one.
The beacon wasn't only meant to inform the judges in Mechanism City, but also everyone within a few kilometers.
Not everyone had good stuff on hand.
There was even a group of people who weren't in a hurry to find the treasures scattered around Mechanism City. Instead, they were quietly waiting for the people who'd set off the beacon.
Before the treasures were handed over to the judges, they were free to take.
The imperial capital had made this arrangement on purpose. It was supposed to be a competition between disciples of various factions. How could they turn it into a game of treasure hunting?
They had to kill, fight, and fight. That way, the citizens of the imperial capital wouldn't have wasted their time in coming to the Maze Wall early in the morning to get a good spot.
The beacon billowed. As long as someone didn't get anything, they would subconsciously go and take a look.
…
A group of dragons had already gathered at the rocky mound. They were facing off against each other.
There were also some mortal gods. They stood on the shoulders, backs, and heads of the dragons. Their expressions were cold, and their eyes were filled with hostility.
"Yun Zhonghe. He's the chief disciple of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect," Qin Yang said in surprise, looking at a man in a blue Daoist robe with his hair tied up.
The blue-clothed man with his hair tied up was alone. He was standing in the middle of the rocky mound. It seemed like he was the one who started the fire. However, he was now surrounded by a group of people riding on dragon beasts. There were even Deities among them.
There were about five or six dragon shepherds.
There were also seven or eight mortal gods.
There were quite a few dragons, and a few of them had reached the main level.
Some of them were already discussing how to divide the treasures in the man's hands. However, the man in blue didn't show any intention of running away. He stood under the beacon.
"Distant Mountain Sword Sect?" Nan Lingsha sized Yun Zhonghe up. A moment later, she said, "He's much stronger than Purple Dream Bamboo."
"You should be familiar with him, young master," said Qin Yang.
"He's so-so. He's full of arrogance and boredom." Zhu Minglang curled his lips.
As soon as he said that, Yun Zhonghe made his move. He kept his right hand behind his back. When he took it out, a bright blue sword suddenly glowed with a dazzling light!
Under the scorching sun, the glow of the sword made it hard for the dragon shepherds and the Gods to open their eyes.
It was also at this moment that Yun Zhonghe's body split into several figures. It was as if there were three people wielding swords that charged toward the Dragon Beasts at the same time!
His movements were very flashy. Afterimages and sword marks could be seen, and he would stay in the air for a short period of time. However, those were all things that happened a few seconds ago. His real sword had already pierced through the thick armor of the dragon beast!
Those who had besieged Yun Zhonghe were clearly a group of disciples from different sects. They knew each other and had teamed up. Seeing that Yun Zhonghe was alone, they all harbored malicious intentions.
Unfortunately, they seemed to have chosen the wrong target.
Yun Zhonghe was more than one level stronger than these people. Facing a group of Lord-class dragon beasts and Divine Mortals, he seemed to be taking a stroll in the park.
His sword was magnificent.
Even the people on the city gate tower and the walls seemed to be able to see the shadow of his sword.
As the group of sect disciples were heavily injured one after another, the people on the wall exclaimed in shock.
Who was this man in blue? He was able to fight a group of people all by himself!
Those who had made it to the third round were basically the best of their respective factions. It was completely different from the previous rounds!
"I think they're from the Yellow Sect and the Qi Clan. I saw them gathering with some special dragon beasts a long time ago." Someone on the wall had already recognized the group of dragon shepherds and Divine Mortals.
"The Sword Master in blue? Is he Yun Zhonghe from the Distant Mountain Sword Sect?"
"I heard that the Distant Mountain Sword Sect is only holding one competition this year, and it's Yun Zhonghe."
"This Yun Zhonghe is too strong. Those from the Yellow Sect and the Qi Clan are like children in front of him. Those ferocious-looking dragon beasts are no different from chickens and pottery dogs!"
Places with beacons easily attracted people's attention.
The scene of Yun Zhonghe fighting all the disciples of the Yellow Sect and the Qi Clan by himself amazed many citizens of the royal capital and made many Divine Mortals feel ashamed!
…
On the rocky hill, Yun Zhonghe was still standing near the beacons.
He raised the brocade box in his hand and gave the title deed to the mine to the judge who had come to collect it.
A bunch of dragon beasts were lying around the rocky hill. Although the dragon shepherds weren't injured, the fear on their faces had made them lose the will to fight!
"A motley crew." Yun Zhonghe put away the blue sword in his hand with a hint of disdain.
The disciples of the Yellow Sect and the Qi Clan blushed. They didn't expect that so many of them couldn't even leave a scratch on Yun Zhonghe. The dragon beasts they had spent a lot of effort to raise were even more clumsy in front of him.
Was this the strength of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect?
It was too terrifying!
"Wait." Suddenly, Yun Zhonghe seemed to have noticed something. He took back the brocade box that he was going to give to the judge.
The judge was confused.
He had given it to him, so it belonged to the Distant Mountain Sword Sect and Yun Zhonghe. Why did he take it back now?
"Do I have to take care of all the threats around me before it's mine?" Yun Zhonghe asked the judge.
"No one can fight within a hundred meters." The judge nodded.
"Oh …" Yun Zhonghe nodded. He walked in a certain direction with the brocade box in his hand.
The people on the wall were confused.
Even the senior swordmaster of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect on the tower frowned. He didn't know what his disciple was doing.
Yun Zhonghe walked faster and faster. He seemed to be walking at a steady pace, but he was actually faster than some horses.
He arrived at the rocky hill and walked toward Zhu Minglang, Nan Lingsha, and Qin Yang.
Yun Zhonghe raised his head when he was almost in front of Zhu Minglang. He said to the judge riding the dragon, "Now, there are still threats within a hundred meters of me."
The judge opened his mouth wide. He didn't understand what this disciple was thinking.
The people on the wall were in an uproar.
Just how confident was this disciple of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect?
He had just given the title deed to the mine to the judge. Wasn't it nice to earn tens of thousands of yuan every month?
Some of the cultivators on the wall and the disciples of the Yellow Sect and the Qi Clan who hadn't recovered from their shock were craving for it!
"How have you been, Little Uncle-Master?" Yun Zhonghe lowered the sword in his hand and bowed to Zhu Minglang perfunctorily. His smile gradually brightened.
"I'm alright," Zhu Minglang said.
"This mine is very valuable. Little Uncle-Master, you must be here to fight for it, right? However, due to the relationship between the Zhu Sect and the Distant Mountain Sword Sect, it's not convenient for you to make a move. In fact, I really want to give it to you, but I don't know if you have the ability to do so now, Zhu Minglang!" Yun Zhonghe's eyes were filled with provocation after he bowed.
Bowing was just a rule.
However, Yun Zhonghe didn't look like he was there to greet him.
He was still holding a sword in his hand. His eyes were filled with mockery and ridicule!
In terms of seniority.
Zhu Minglang was older than Yun Zhonghe.
However, Zhu Minglang and Yun Zhonghe were about the same age. When they were in the Distant Mountain Sword Sect, many elders had compared the two of them.
"Are you looking for trouble?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"So what if I am? Not long ago, I heard from the people of the Sword Sect that you returned to the mountain and took away the abandoned swords in the Abandoned Sword Forest like a peddler collecting junk," Yun Zhonghe continued.
"Actually, when you're not a moron, you're quite something," Zhu Minglang said with a sigh.
"Hmph, I can give you this mine contract, but do you dare to take it?" Yun Zhonghe said as he took the contract out of the brocade box.
He handed the contract to Zhu Minglang. It seemed like a friendly gift, but Yun Zhonghe didn't hand it over with his hand. Instead, he used his sword!
The kraft paper contract remained motionless on the back of Yun Zhonghe's sword.
The contract was right in front of Zhu Minglang.
However, the tip of the sword was also pointed at Zhu Minglang.
"Yun Zhonghe, what do you mean by this? If you're arrogant and don't want to help Young Master win, you can walk your own path. Why are you pointing your sword at Young Master?" Qin Yang said angrily.
"I didn't use my sword. If he wants to take it, he can just reach out. Why would I stab the tip of my sword at an unarmed person?" Yun Zhonghe laughed. His smile looked even weirder.
Zhu Minglang wouldn't reach out his hand.
To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that he was worried about exposing his Stegosaurus too early, Zhu Minglang would have stabbed him in the face to let him know that his Youngest Martial Uncle would always be his Youngest Martial Uncle!
In fact, when he saw Yun Zhonghe ignite the beacon fire.
Zhu Minglang thought of an interesting way to gather a large number of treasures in a very short time.
Therefore, he was just about to leave and use this method.
However, Yun Zhonghe had already walked up to him.
Zhu Minglang didn't like Yun Zhonghe very much.
It wasn't that there was some irreconcilable hatred between them. It was just that this guy had always wanted to win against him.
It was probably because he saw that he had become Master Dragon Shepard.
He had never been able to win against him in swordsmanship in his entire life. That was why he was so angry and did such a stupid thing.
However, this guy had already pointed his sword at him.
If he continued to hold back, he wouldn't be Zhu Minglang!
Now, everyone in the Imperial Capital thought that he couldn't pick up a sword.
However, the existence of Stegosaurus was Zhu Minglang's biggest reason to be arrogant now!
"I haven't taught you a lesson for many years. Do you think you can do it again, Yun Zhonghe?" Zhu Minglang reached out his hand.
The sword pattern spread on his palm little by little.
Just as Zhu Minglang was about to call out Stegosaurus, a gentle hand pressed on Zhu Minglang's wrist.
It was Nan Lingsha.
She shook her head at him.
Nan Lingsha stopped Zhu Minglang from summoning his sword and said in a low voice, "Leave the Divine Mortal to me."
Zhu Minglang looked at her.
He didn't know if it was because she wanted to fight against the strongest disciple of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect, or if she just didn't want to expose his strength in front of the Tomb of Jiujun.
"Okay." Zhu Minglang nodded.
"Not long ago, I experienced the swordsmanship of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect." Nan Lingsha took a few steps forward and removed the contract from the back of the sword as she spoke indifferently.
"It seems very ordinary."
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