Plunder the heavens and worlds

Chapter 385
"Martial arts are nothing more than heresy ways, nothing more."

The leader of worshiping the moon said casually, completely ignoring the two secret books in front of him.

"The Nine Yin Manual is nothing?"

Hearing these words, Zhuo Yifan kept shaking his head, and rolled his eyes in a speechless expression, the guy in front of him really had a vision beyond the horizon.

After forcibly suppressing his joy, he had countless doubts and wanted to ask Long Xuan.

"Master, do I have a senior brother?"

Long Xuan had not yet thought of an answer to the naughty kid's question, but he suddenly had an idea.

"I used to be a national teacher in the Three Kingdoms era, and I received four apprentices, Yuan Shao, Cao Cao, Zhang Jiao, and Liu Bei."

This sentence was like a bomb, and everyone on the sidelines was dumbfounded.

"Is Cao Mengde the senior's apprentice?"

Dr. Chen's eyes almost widened, looking in disbelief.

A capable minister in governing the world, a traitor in troubled times, these are the words to evaluate Cao Cao.

He has countless titles, great poet, military strategist, statesman...

"Is Zhang Jiao of Taiping Dao your apprentice?"

Leng Feng also said in confusion.

With the words "The sky is dead", Huang Tiandang immediately ushered in the troubled times of the Three Kingdoms, only then can all the heroes stand together...

Yuan Shao: I was born in four generations and three princes, with thousands of good generals, counselors like rain, and millions of soldiers...

Liu Bei, nicknamed Liu Paopao, flickered out of Shu Han through tears...

Everyone present was frightened by these four names, and the way they looked at Long Xuan changed.

"They are all my senior brothers..."

Thinking of the deeds of these people, the naughty boy Zhuo Yifan had lofty ideals, not inferior to those of his senior brothers.

Seeing everyone's admiring gazes, Long Xuan's lips revealed a smile that was difficult to detect.

He will not tell everyone that his so-called Three Kingdoms are not in the same world.

"Dr. Chen, a helicopter will take you away tomorrow."

Long Xuan thought of the business, and hastily exhorted him.

His purpose is to save Dr. Chen from being poisoned.

"A helicopter?"

After hearing the quantity, He Jianguo showed a surprised expression, and then smiled coldly.

In his opinion, there are too many monks and few flesh, and most people have no chance to transfer.

"On this condition, Ambassador Fan only approved one helicopter."

Leng Feng was a little ashamed of this and could only wave his hands helplessly.

"That's all, prepare in advance!"

Long Xuan didn't want to wait until tomorrow for another chaos, he planned to arrange the candidates now.

First of all, Dr. Chen must be taken away, and other people need to be considered.

"Please, save us!"

Some African laborers cried pleadingly.

"Wow, let's go to Huaxia."

Some timid African laborers were already crying, looking up at Long Xuan.

"We are Chinese, let's go!"

The Huaxia people working in the factory shouted, looking confident.

Basically, Huaxia people are in the leadership of the factory, so naturally they are full of confidence.

"Yifan, you are my apprentice, so naturally you can't run away."

Long Xuan was the first to disqualify his own apprentice and free up a spot for someone else.

Zhuo Yifan didn't resist this, but looked expectantly, he thought that a man should fight and kill.

Long Xuan's eyes swept over the crowd, choosing a place.

"Two seniors, let others go, I will stay."

Leng Feng also expressed his stance, saying resolutely that this was what he had to do as a Chinese soldier.

"Former People's Liberation Army soldiers requested to stay."

He Jianguo stood up quickly and saluted everyone with a high and powerful voice.

"My nationality is not Chinese, so I should stay."

Rachel considers herself an American and doesn't count.

"I will also stay and fight for my comrades in Africa."

Dr. Chen raised his hands and shouted loudly.

"We also stay..."

All the medical staff shouted in unison.

"Nonsense, Dr. Chen, take the medical staff and leave!"

Long Xuan thought about it and solved it like this. Relatively speaking, these people have made a great contribution to China.

As for those African workers who were excluded by Long Xuan, of course this does not mean that he discriminates against them.

Rather, the value generated by the two is different, and the contribution to society is significantly different.

As for the so-called equality of life, it's all nonsense, it's just some people making a fool of it.

If life is really equal, then please tell me where the pork, lamb skewers, and beef jerky you eat come from?

Well, you can say that I don't eat meat, and I'm a fucking vegetarian.

But aren't those plants and vegetables life?
It should be known that cabbage can also become a spirit, a tree can also become a demon, and many gods are still plants.

All in all, the equality of life is something that is fooled by those who are interested in it. If you have the ability, you tell him not to eat and drink the northwest wind.

"Senior, please persuade him!"

Dr. Chen didn't want to waste the helicopter quota, so he could only place his hope on the Moon Worshiper.

"You are truly a loving person. It is precisely because of this that I cannot agree to your request."

The Master of Worshiping the Moon looked at Dr. Chen in admiration. He felt that this man was knowledgeable and of high moral character. He was the so-called good man.

As for the quota set by Long Xuan, he also thinks it makes sense, and there must be a division for saving people.

It was late at night, and Zhuo Yifan had been studying the Nine Yin Manual all night, trying to cultivate a little bit of internal strength.

The reality is cruel. At present, the spiritual energy on the earth is extremely thin, and internal strength cannot be cultivated in a short period of time.

Even if Zhuo Yifan practiced the Nine Yin Mantra hard since he was a child, if he is lucky at this age, he will be a third-rate martial artist.

No matter how strong a third-rate warrior is, he can hit ten or eight ordinary people, and he will still burp with one shot.

But this didn't affect his excitement, and he didn't sleep all night.

"Haha, those shameless things are here."

Long Xuan sensed that countless people were approaching the Chinese-owned factory, and his soul power had already discovered them.

There are about a thousand people, well-equipped with weapons, helicopters, and T54 tanks, so they can be considered a strong force.

These are the so-called mercenaries, and their purpose is to collect money from people and help them do things.

"Does Fellow Daoist Long not plan to make a move?"

The Lord of Worshiping the Moon also sensed the movement a hundred miles away, and the perception of the strong Nascent Soul is calculated in tens of thousands of meters.

"No need, let's see!"

If he really wanted to make a move, Long Xuanda could stretch out a hand and slap him to death from a hundred miles away.

The tank does not exist, not even a single hair of Long Xuan can stop it.

The leader of the Moon Worshiping Cult and Long Xuan had the same idea. They sat down on the spot and closed their eyes tightly, waiting for those people to arrive.

The people in the factory were still cheering, they were glad that they were saved.

The silence of the night was terrifying, Leng Feng couldn't sleep, and walked towards Long Xuan and the Moon Worshiper.

"Seniors, why don't you sleep?"

Rachel couldn't sleep either, and when she came out, she happened to see two people with their eyes closed and resting their minds, and Leng Feng beside them.

(End of this chapter)