Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 285: The God of War bought onions abroad?

In a private room of the Wang Family Farmhouse, watching Wang Zhenjiang just leave, the terrifying Martial God-level pressure suddenly disappeared, and Mulin and the others breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

Looking at the duck soup that was still steaming, the two best friends, who were more plastic than plastic, looked at each other, neither of them willing to move their chopsticks.

Just kidding, we are not children anymore. This is the soup made by the God of War, can you drink it just by saying so?
Even if the God of War asked for it himself.

But what if you just open your mouth and the God of War says, "I don't eat beef! Are you really going to drink it if I tell you to?" and then kills you directly?

Mulin and Su Qingyi don't believe that the "Red Dust Demon Sect" and the "Huangtian Temple" would argue with the God of War over such a small matter!
Even the Han Federation would probably just muddle through and would never stand up for them.

So let's just sit there, the two of us.

Let’s see when the God of War comes back, and then we can continue to build relationships with him.

"After all, no matter what, I am still the mentor of the God of War's son, and I have personally admitted that kind of relationship. There is no way that the God of War can just kill me at will, right?" Ying Mulin speculated silently in his heart.

"Buzzing—"

But before she could even catch her breath, the cell phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated.

Mulin looked around and confirmed that the Lord Martial God would not come back so soon, then he took out his cell phone.

Looking at the caller ID number on the phone, Mulin, who always kept smiling, couldn't help but show a trace of surprise on his face like a cunning fox, and then he frowned and looked a little distressed.

How could Su Qingyi, who had been silent on the side, bear seeing this?

She quietly moved a few steps closer to Ying Mulin, and with a glance she saw the number and name displayed on Ying Mulin's phone, and she immediately laughed.

"How come Luo Su, the current leader of the Red Dust Demon Cult, thought of calling you?"

"In addition to the thousand-year-long ideological struggle of "the struggle between heaven and man" between you, the most unpleasant thing in your Red Dust Demon Sect is the struggle for power between the leader and the saint. It's almost like you're going to have no contact with each other until death. Why is Luo Su willing to bow his head first this time?"

"How should I know?" Ying Mulin snorted unhappily.

To be honest, she really doesn't want to bother with her own leader.

As the saying goes, every family has its own problems.

Why has the Red Dust Demon Cult been "feeling worse and worse each year" in recent years? In addition to the never-ending struggle over the "struggle between heaven and man", the power struggle between the leader and the saint is the main reason.

After all, the Demon Cult has been squeezed by the ten righteous sects for thousands of years, and the Red Dust Demon Cult is just one of them.

Everyone was eating from the same trough. If the leader ate more, the saint would naturally eat less. Who would want that?

Especially after the death of the only Martial Saint of the Red Dust Demon Cult, the struggle to compete for various martial arts training resources so that they could successfully break through to the "Martial Saint" level has become increasingly fierce, mixed with interests and the struggle to improve the martial arts realm.

It can be said that if the First Martial Saint had not wielded his three-foot sword to flatten all the major mountaintops of the Han Dynasty a hundred years ago, cleared up all the filth of the past, and supported the Han Dynasty's transformation from an empire to a federation, the Red Dust Demon Cult would have joined the Han military together with the Five Parties Demon Cult at that juncture, and everyone would have truly become "one family."

The Red Dust Demon Cult was a powder keg, and a full-scale fight had already begun, with open internal strife involving swords and guns.

What does "never see each other again until death" mean?
Unless the Red Dust Demon Cult truly produces another Martial Saint and takes the toughest possible attitude to bridge the almost irreconcilable conflicts between the parties, this can be said to be the best normal state for the Red Dust Demon Cult at the moment!

So this time, Xing Mulin really didn't expect that Luo Su, the contemporary leader, would take the initiative to contact him at this juncture.

"Is he trying to make me surrender?" Yin Mulin muttered a few times with some malice, and then he laughed at his own naive thoughts. But since the leader had contacted him, it would be too shameful not to answer the phone, so Yin Mulin immediately answered the phone.

"Hello? It's me." said Mulin.

"I'm Luo Su." A slightly low middle-aged male voice sounded from the phone next to his ear, but somehow, although it was just a simple conversation, Xing Mulin heard a hint of panic in it.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm listening."

"Miyamoto Shigeru, Sakim, Zuo Wangqiu, Bai Yajun... all died just now. Do you know why?"

The Red Dust Sect Leader said the names of more than a dozen people in one breath. Not only Yin Mulin, but even Su Qingyi beside him was stunned.

These are not ordinary names!

Or, there are only so many names that can be mentioned by the Lord of Red Dust, and there are only so many names that come and go in the world.

These people, no matter which one they are, are definitely standing at the pinnacle of "Martial Honor", and are only one step away from becoming a "Martial Saint". Overseas, they are completely devoid of humanity, ruthless and cruel, and can arbitrarily seize the luck of a small country. Tens of millions of lives are subject to their life and death, desires and desires under their will!
To be frank, before coming to Laijun City and receiving the gift from the God of War, if Ying Mulin met these people, he could still deal with them in a one-on-one situation, but if there were more than two, he would run away!

Otherwise, there's no telling what these people can do to themselves.

But now, this group of lawless martial masters who could do anything dark for power are all dead!

how can that be!

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Mulin's mind and he suddenly thought of something.

She turned her head and saw that her best friend was looking at her with the same eyes.

The two looked at each other in silence, and no one knew what they were thinking at that moment.

"So is this the truth about going out to buy onions?" Ying Mulin murmured to himself.

"Onion? What onion? Is it about the martial god Lai Jun?" There was no clue on the phone next to my ear, as if the Red Dust Sect Leader, who was several versions behind, was still chattering, but seemed to be testing something.

"Mr. Luo, there are some things I can't tell you. Talking too much will not be good for anyone. I can only say that I understand. The water here is very deep and you can't grasp it! Okay, that's it. I want to drink duck soup. I'm going to hang up first."

"Hey Hey hey!"

"Pa." Mulin didn't want to listen to this guy's nonsense at all and hung up the phone immediately.

But before Mulin could say anything, Su Qingyi's cell phone rang on the other side.

"Hello?" Su Qingyi picked up the phone and answered it calmly, ready to listen to the information she had learned from her best friend.

then……

"Huh?!! Just now, several small countries overseas experienced small earthquakes of magnitude 5 or above at the same time? These earthquakes also caused several martial saints to disappear accurately? And they disappeared without a trace, not even a human or a corpse?"

Mulin: “…”

"The God of War bought onions abroad? He went to visit people from far away..."

(End of this chapter)