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

"Stop!"

When Wu Fan and Feng Xiyu were about to enter the gate of the front yard, they did not expect to be stopped by more than 10 D-level warriors guarding the front.

"presumptuous!"

"How dare you gatekeepers stop Miss Seven's car?"

Wu Fan was a little moved by the driver's words. It turned out that a D-level warrior who was already considered an intermediate powerhouse in the eyes of outsiders was only qualified to be a gatekeeper in the Imperial Soldier's house.

"Of course we don't dare to stop Miss Seven's car, but Madam has a rule that any stranger who wants to enter must be searched."

One of the leading warriors said, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, as if he was just following the rules, without any personal intention.

"snort!"

"The people sitting in the car are guests who are here to help the young master awaken for the second time."

"You are looking for death!"

"Why don't you get out of my way!"

The driver was a C-level warrior. As he spoke, his spiritual pressure exploded, directly shocking the more than 10 D-level warriors in front of him.

But the more than 10 D-level warriors were not vegetarians. Under the shock of the driver's spiritual pressure, they actually united to resist.

"Well..."

The two sides confronted each other at the gate, and just as the atmosphere became increasingly tense, a hand from the back seat suddenly reached out and patted the driver on the shoulder.

The driver looked back and saw that it was Wu Fan.

At this time, he patted the driver's shoulder with one hand and put the other hand on Feng Xiyu's back.

Because Feng Xiyu is not a warrior, her body could no longer bear the spiritual pressure exchange between the two sides and began to tremble slightly. If Wu Fan hadn't sent her spiritual energy, Feng Xiyu might not have been able to hold on for long and would have spoken. Foamed at the foam and passed out.

"Miss..."

The driver was a little panicked. He just wanted to overwhelm the other person, but he didn't consider that his lady was just an ordinary person who had not awakened the spiritual weapon.

Wu Fan calmly removed his hand from Feng Xiyu's back, but he was a little confused in his heart.

Because he found that Feng Xiyu was different from ordinary people.

Even in those ordinary families, the descendants who have not awakened will still practice some traditional martial arts to strengthen the body. Not to mention the ability to create tigers, leopards, thunder sounds, flying flowers and picking leaves, ordinary martial arts masters and internal strength can still do it.

But Feng Xiyu's body was very weak.

Wu Fan didn't notice it at first. He didn't realize it until he sent spiritual energy to the other party and the spiritual energy traveled throughout the other party's body.

Feng Xiyu's tendons, blood vessels and various organs had serious old injuries. Although they have all recovered, this is the kind of injury that damages the foundation. Even if it heals, it will leave traces.

The most serious one is the abdomen.

Because Wu Fan had performed a spiritual weapon transplant operation on Meng Luoxi, he even vaguely felt that Feng Xiyu's abdominal injury seemed like something had been dug out.

"Thank you, I'm fine."

Feng Xiyu covered his chest with his hands and said to Wu Fan deeply apologetically:

"Classmate Wu Fan, I'm so sorry. We obviously invited you here, but this happened."

"I'll call my father right away..."

Just when Feng Xiyu took out her cell phone to make a call, Wu Fan stopped her and said:

"No need to fight, that's it."

"ah?"

Feng Xiyu heard something was wrong in Wu Fan's tone. Just when she was about to say something, Wu Fan had already opened the car door and walked out.

"Classmate Wu Fan!"

"Boy! Stop!"

Feng Xiyu wanted to get out of the car and chase Wu Fan, but he didn't expect that all the dozen or so D-level warriors guarding the door would surround him.

"Rules are rules. To ensure the safety of the compound, strangers must be searched. Please cooperate."

Several warriors guarding the door were about to come forward, but they only heard Wu Fan say:

"I'm not going in."

"What did you say?"

It's not that they didn't hear clearly, they just subconsciously asked the question out of habit.

"I don't want to say what I said a second time."

Wu Fan ignored the group of people surrounding him and walked in the opposite direction.

"What's your tone?"

"How dare you talk to us like this?"

This group of people obviously didn't want Wu Fan to leave. It could be seen at this moment that there was definitely someone behind them who was instigating them to deliberately embarrass Wu Fan here.

"Stop him!"

Seeing more than a dozen D-level warriors surrounding him again, Wu Fan snorted coldly, and the spiritual pressure of the C-level warriors on his body exploded. He didn't summon any spiritual weapons or star rings, he just stamped his right foot on the ground!

boom!

Shocking spiritual pressure!

The few people who had been fighting back and forth with the C-level driver just now couldn't survive even a second. The protective spiritual pressure shattered in response, and they vomited blood and flew backwards along the ground more than 10 meters away. After rolling around for 7 or 8 times due to friction on the ground, he was knocked into the ground by the terrifying spiritual pressure!

He didn't even glance at the Feng family's front door behind him, no matter how brilliant or majestic it was.

Wu Fan walked directly in the direction he came from. As for Feng Fulin's second awakening...

None of his business.

...

Night, Haizhu District.

In addition to high schools, many Wuhan universities and colleges have finished their final exams, and elementary and junior high schools have already gone on vacation. Now the tourism industry is ushering in a peak season.

After leaving the Feng family, Wu Fan casually stayed in a five-star hotel next to the Pearl River.

There were no rooms originally, but because Wu Fan was a warrior, the hotel reserved a luxurious presidential suite specifically for warriors.

"What is the situation in the Feng family?"

"I wonder how Xia Boyu and the others are doing over there."

In the afternoon, Xia Boyu took a direct flight from Hongdu City to Guangfu, where he met up with the other two purple judges to investigate Wen Hongxi's matter.

Just when Wu Fan was thinking about them, his cell phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello?"

"Which one?"

A pleasant and familiar voice came from the opposite side. It was Feng Xiyu who went to pick him up at noon today.

"Classmate Wu Fan, I'm sorry about what happened during the day today."

"Um."

Do you think Wu Fan will say it's okay?

That is impossible.

You should accept others' apologies graciously, and don't make yourself feel like you have done something wrong by not comforting and forgiving others.

"Then can I invite you out for a night cruise on the Pearl River?"

"It's my personal invitation."

The other party's tone on the phone was sincere, Wu Fan thought for a moment and then agreed.

Firstly, he didn't have any objections to Feng Xiyu. Secondly, he didn't want to cut off the clues about the Feng family. Thirdly, he noticed something strange about Feng Xiyu during the day and always felt that the other party had some secrets.

Wu Fan told the other party his hotel room number.

Not long after, Feng Xiyu rushed to the hotel to join him, and then the two of them went to Tianzi Pier and boarded a night cruise on the Pearl River.

"I heard that the Pearl River is second best and no one dares to say it is first. I want to see it today."

Wu Fan stood on the top deck of the cruise ship, looking at the tall buildings along the two rivers. The lights inside were bright and very charming, but...

"I wonder how many migrant workers are working overtime in these brightly lit buildings?"

Just when Wu Fan said these words, behind his back...

Suddenly a shadow appeared!