I Didn't Get Into The Warrior High School And Had No Choice But To Draw My Sword.

Outside the alloy gate is a relatively rural farmhouse, and inside the alloy gate is a fully automated submersible elevator.

The depth of its dive is deeper than the more than 300-meter subway elevator in the mountain city, and it is almost impossible to see the end at a glance.

"Surprised?"

Zhao Yonggang stepped on the descending escalator, and the surrounding alloy walls automatically lit up with incandescent lights, illuminating the entire passage so clearly that there was no place to hide.

"Is this the third branch of the cult?"

Wu Fan was indeed surprised, mainly because the contrast was too great. The outside of the alloy door looked like the early 20th century, while the inside of the alloy door seemed to have traveled to the middle of the 21st century.

As the elevator descended, Wu Fan and the two entered the interior of the cult base.

The interior of the third branch has the same structure as an elevator. The surrounding walls, floor and ceiling are all made of silver-white alloy, which feels similar to that in a space station.

"Our base was built a year ago. The exterior is equipped with hidden martial arts, anti-heat source detection materials, and anti-radar coating. Unless the entire Taiziling Snow Mountain is cut open, it will never be exposed."

Zhao Yonggang was in a good mood and kept explaining things about the third branch to Wu Fan along the way.

The Golden Masked Apostle [Black Prison] sent out more than 30 groups of people to look for Wu Fan, but Wu Fan was met by him. Although he received a severe beating, he was able to draw Wu Fan into the cult. This is definitely a credit. Not small.

"Maybe with the points gained from this meritorious service, I can transplant a better spiritual weapon, and then exchange it for some training resources. It is not impossible to reach the A level within 10 years."

Don't look at Wu Fan's spiritual pressure rising by thousands or tens of thousands every once in a while during national competitions and traveling westward across provinces, up to level 1, level 2, and so on.

That's because he has four golden star rings, the massive resources of China Wuhan University, the reward of a national championship, and an environment of constant grinding and breakthroughs in life and death.

Except for the Imperial Armed Forces Family and the Martial Arts Holy Land, which have their own top-level resources, there is probably no other person in China who has Wu Fan's conditions, so it is normal for ordinary warriors to upgrade to a level in two or three months.

As for cult warriors, most of whom have standard spiritual weapons, and a few warriors who have awakened with low-end transplanted spiritual weapons, their cultivation speed is much slower than that of normal warriors. Ordinary miscellaneous fish, minions, and low-level warriors Captain, it’s fast to get promoted to a level in one year.

Zhao Yonggang led Wu Fan to a conference room, and then he and Wu Fan waited here for the summons of the golden-faced apostle [Black Prison].

"call..."

To be honest, Wu Fan felt a little nervous because he didn't know whether the other party really wanted him to join the cult, or whether he had set up a trap to catch him, dig up his spiritual weapon, or had other purposes.

But Wu Fan is not particularly afraid, because as long as the opponent can't kill him with one blow, he can hide in the space of the saint's mask.

"Are you Wu Fan?"

At this moment, a cult warrior wearing a purple mask walked in from the conference room. As soon as he came in, he used spiritual pressure to shock Wu Fan.

boom!

The A-level warrior's spiritual pressure enveloped Wu Fan and Zhao Yonggang. Zhao Yonggang's face instantly turned pale. Although he was a B-level warrior, he could not withstand the shock of millions of spiritual pressure.

Buzz!

Even more so, Wu Fan really has never been afraid of anyone!

At this moment, a strong man wearing a golden mask tore open the space, separating the purple-faced disciple and Wu Fan. It was Hei Jing, the leader of the third branch, who took action.

Black Prison wore a golden apostle mask and said angrily to the purple-faced disciple. The other party did not dare to say another word and quickly left the conference room.

"I fought all the way from the Imperial Capital to Sichuan Province and dealt with more A-level warriors than I could count on both hands. You, a cult A-level warrior, are nothing!"

"Take you to meet someone."

Although Wu Fan didn't really come to join the cult, he just wanted to inquire about Wu Neng here, but he had to pretend on the surface.

"What's up?"

"stop."

Wu Fan pulled out the long alloy knife from the mask space, then pointed at the purple-faced disciple and said:

The golden-faced apostle Black Prison looked Wu Fan up and down, and then said in an approving tone: "It's indeed very good."

The purple-faced disciple's tone was cold. He didn't expect that Wu Fan, a little C-level warrior, would dare to attack him.

Hei Jing laughed twice, and the sound made Wu Fan feel a chill in his back. Then he only heard the other party say: "Before I officially let you join, I have one more thing to ask you to do."

"Do you still think that if you swaggeringly released your spiritual pressure in front of me, and then left as if you were showing mercy, I would be happy to have escaped death?"

The A-level purple-faced disciple opposite saw that Wu Fan, a small C-level warrior, could resist the shock of his own spiritual pressure. He sneered from under the mask, and the spiritual pressure on his body increased again!

"Stop it all!"

"hehe..."

Wu Fan doesn't want to cause trouble, because this is the home of a cult, and there is a Transcendent A-level cult apostle guarding here, but if the other party really makes him anxious, he doesn't mind taking the opponent's sacrificial knife here!

The bones all over Zhao Yonggang's body made a crisp sound. Under the shock of the purple-faced disciple's spiritual pressure, a large area of ​​his body's bones began to shatter. His internal organs were also shattered into three parts under the high pressure, and red blood with foam flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"snort!"

He saw an acquaintance!

As soon as he turned around, he saw Wu Fan holding a chair in his hand and smashing it down on his face. With a bang, the chair was shattered by the invisible body-protecting spiritual pressure 10 meters away.

"You are Wu Fan, right?"

So even if the pressure doubled, his whole body only tensed up and his movements became stiff.

"Ah..."

"Why don't you dare?"

"puff!"

The chair Wu Fan was sitting on instantly shattered, and his whole body was as heavy as a mountain. However, because of the existence of the third star ring [Tiangang], he was immune to 70% of the enemy's spiritual pressure.

Wu Fan could tell something was wrong from the other party's tone, but he still pretended to be relaxed and asked.

"You dare to take action against me?"

The Black Prison tore open the space and took Wu Fan to an underground cell. Hearing only the friction of iron chains, Wu Fan raised his head and looked forward, and his heart was suddenly shocked, because...

"You step back first."

Seeing that Zhao Yonggang was about to lose his strength, the purple-faced disciple put away his spiritual pressure, snorted coldly, took out a medium-grade spiritual stone from his bag and threw it to Zhao Yonggang, then turned and walked towards the conference room. When he was about to leave, a voice sounded from behind.

In an instant, the ground Wu Fan stepped on was crushed by the huge pressure, and his lower legs were directly embedded into the earth.

Zhao Yonggang on the other side was even worse. Because he was closest to Wu Fan, his entire body had been flattened to the ground. His body was no longer just twitching, and the foam coming out of his mouth was no longer the same.

"Thank you."