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

"You don't know who I am, so you hit me!?"

The middle-aged man under the damaged mask looked sad and angry. At first, he thought Wu Fan beat him because of his status as a cult warrior. But from Wu Fan's tone, it seemed that he had recognized the wrong person?

"Forehead..."

Although the opponent was indeed a cult warrior, it was really embarrassing to admit the wrong person, so Wu Fan picked up his fist and punched the opponent again.

"ah!"

This punch had no spiritual pressure, but it still made the opponent scream.

"I don't even know you, so why are you calling me by my name for no reason? Do you know that this can easily cause misunderstandings!?"

Wu Fan has no self-reflection at all. Firstly, he is stubborn and stubborn. Secondly, no matter how you think about it, it’s all the other person’s fault, right?

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

"I have something important to tell you!"

Hearing the other party's shouting, Wu Fan immediately stopped his movements. He actually felt that the other party had something to ask him, otherwise he wouldn't have come here to block him in broad daylight, so he didn't make any serious move in those subsequent attacks. , otherwise this person would have reported to the underworld long ago.

"Pah~pah~"

The blue-faced believer patted the dust on his body, adjusted his mood, and then said with a reluctant smile.

"My name is Zhao Yonggang, and I am a blue-faced believer of the third branch of the Holy Cult."

"Your recent experiences have made the [Black Prison] Apostle of our third branch notice you, so he sent someone to give you a message."

"oh?"

Wu Fan's expression tightened at first. After taking an outward step, he shook his right hand outwards and tensed up. Then he pointed at Zhao Yonggang with a righteous face and said:

"you say."

The apostle of the cult is a Transcendent A Grade strongman wearing a golden mask. In the entire cult system, he is the top existence besides the saints.

"After our apostle heard about your experience, he admired you very much and thought you were a talent, so he sent dozens of groups of people to wait for you at various passes into Sichuan and sincerely invites you to join our third branch."

"Our Lord has said that as long as you are willing to join us, he will not only promote you to a cadre immediately, but also introduce you to the Saint."

"this..."

Wu Fan originally thought that the other party had come secretly to spread the news for Wu Neng, but he didn't expect that he was here to recruit him. Hey, as soon as he entered Sichuan, the pursuit of the Ninth Judgment Office did not come, but the olive branch of the cult came first.

At this moment, Wu Fan's brain was running rapidly, and then he said:

"I'd like to join."

"well?"

When he heard Wu Fan agree, Zhao Yonggang, the blue-faced believer opposite, was stunned. He looked at Wu Fan with six parts suspicion, one part excitement and one part contempt.

"I understand your doubts and excitement, but what do you mean by your disdain!?"

"Depend on!"

"Don't think I can't see it!"

Seeing the look in the other person's eyes, Wu Fan immediately became angry. Then he rolled up his sleeves and asked Zhao Yonggang to take a blow from the Soul-Severing Palm that he had just learned. Because he had just learned it, he didn't have complete control over the power, so he lost control and killed a person. That's perfectly normal.

"I always thought that only people like me would join a cult."

"I didn't expect it! I didn't expect it!"

"A guy like you, Wu Fan, who is so upright, has traveled across five provinces without killing anyone, and also done a few good deeds, why did you join a cult without saying a word?"

Wu Fan couldn't hold back in the end and gave Zhao Yonggang a soul-breaking palm, which made him squeal like Tom Cat.

...

The entire Sichuan Province can actually be divided into two parts. The eastern plain represented by Tianfu is also the place with the most developed economy and richest resources. It is the core of the entire Sichuan Province.

There is a hellish joke in Sichuan Province that only locals understand, that is, Sichuan Province is called Sichuan City and Tianfu is called Tianfu Province.

The western region is mountainous and hilly, surrounded by mountains, with inconvenient transportation. There are winding roads and mountain tunnels everywhere, ethnic minorities live in concentrated communities, and economic, educational, medical and other resources are extremely backward.

Every year, the taxes paid by various provinces and regions to the central government are positive, and only a few are negative. Sichuan Province ranks last all year round. Not only does it not pay to the superiors, the superiors also pay to Sichuan Province. The bulk of the money will be used to supply the western region of Sichuan Province.

But if you really want to say it.

Sichuan Province also has projects such as west-to-east gas transmission, west-to-east electricity transmission, west-to-north mine transportation, south-to-north water diversion and other projects, which continuously transport its own local resources to other places...

Late at night, in the mountains of western Sichuan Province.

On the mountainous road leading to Maozhou, a van with an ordinary license plate was running at a speed of 150 horses on the winding and rugged mountain road, running like a lightning snake among the four-wheel drive brothers, in the dense lanes. Thrilling overtaking show.

"call out!"

In the tunnel through the mountain, the van swiped the headlights of the car on the left and stuck one end in front of it. In less than 0.5 seconds, the driver didn't turn on the right turn signal. The bus lights were inserted into the front of the bus.

Two hours later, the van driver dropped Wu Fan and Zhao Yonggang at the foot of a snowy mountain, then turned the steering wheel and drove away.

"vomit!"

As soon as he got off the car, Zhao Yonggang vomited directly. His face was pale and he almost thought he was about to confess on the road.

“Are all drivers in the West driving so wildly?”

"Are all cult warriors physically so fragile?"

After a while, Zhao Yonggang had enough vomiting. He wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "I have notified the branch staff, and they will send someone down to pick us up."

The place where the two are now is a snowy mountain in the suburbs of Maozhou. There is no name on the map, but the locals call it [Taiziling], and the third branch of the cult is hidden in the snowy mountain in Taiziling.

"Beep! Beep!"

Just as Wu Fan, Zhao Yonggang and other internal staff were responding, there was a man who looked like an old farmer, riding an open-air red tricycle, slowly driving down the mountainside with a trembling motion.

Wu Fan pointed at the approaching Huo Sanlun and said to Zhao Yonggang:

"We're not going to take this ride up the snowy mountain, are we?"

Zhao Yonggang nodded, confirming Wu Fan's guess.

"this..."

"We are a cult, isn't this vehicle too simple?"

Later, Wu Fan and Zhao Yonggang got on the tricycle of an old rural farmer and climbed up to the snow-capped mountains in a bumpy way. They looked a bit like college students going to the countryside in the 1970s and 1980s.

Huo Sanlun made many twists and turns in the snowy mountains, and finally drove into a private farmhouse hotel.

"Follow me."

As soon as the two got out of the car, Zhao Yonggang took Wu Fan to a secret door. Zhao Yonggang touched his cheek, and a blue cult mask was put on his face. The laser scanned on his mask, and then a super-thick alloy The door opened, and when Wu Fan saw the scene inside, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

"Oh my God..."