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

After Fang Tianxun defeated Bi Yang, although he could still be challenged according to the regulations, it was obvious that others did not continue to challenge him.

Firstly, he has proven his strength, and secondly, Ling Xiaolu and the others do not want to take advantage of others.

"Well, that's how the players for this exchange match with Chang'an Wuhan University have been decided."

Then Wu Fan turned around and said to Professor He: "Professor He, I have taken care of it here. You can see when we will set off."

"Today is Saturday. Instructor Zhang Yong has already booked the train ticket to Chang'an. We will leave in the afternoon. We will stay there one night first and have an exchange competition at 9 a.m. tomorrow, and then we will take the train back in the afternoon." Professor He briefly talked about the schedule.

"You guys wait here."

As soon as he finished speaking, he teleported away and disappeared.

"Um?"

Just before everyone understood the situation, a Little White Dragon sightseeing car drove over from a distance. At this time, Professor He was sitting in the driver's seat and honking the horn, and at the same time he was imitating the sound of the horn.

"Beep beep beep!"

"boarding!"

Ling Xiaolu quietly approached Wu Fan and asked, "Brother Fan, is Professor He so abstract?"

"probably."

Wu Fan said vaguely, because he didn't know what to say.

...

Everyone quickly boarded the train to Chang'an City, Qinxi Province.

Nowadays, taking high-speed trains is a common way for people to travel. Compared with airplanes, high-speed trains are not slow, and the stations are generally in urban areas, making transportation very convenient.

"Chang'an City has a profound historical background."

"The Qin Emperor who unified the six kingdoms thousands of years ago was there. He gathered together the six destroyed kingdoms and collected eight hundred years of cultivation resources, trying to break through to the realm above the pinnacle and seek eternal life." Professor He was very talkative. He is also very knowledgeable and tells some historical allusions along the way.

"Is there a realm more powerful than the top level?" Wu Fan and Professor He were sitting in a row. When he heard Professor He talk about being above the top, he asked curiously.

The reason for low-end warriors or those with shallow vision is not because they are ignorant, but because they have limited channels and platforms for obtaining information. For example, if Wu Fan was still in the small county town of Yangcheng, he would not know about the existence of eugenics and education at all. Special enrollment is for this kind of thing.

And those civilians who have never attended a warrior high school, or even went to school, know at most one A-level or B-level warrior.

When he was taking the warrior high school entrance examination, Wu Fan only learned about the existence of Transcendent A Grade warriors through extracurricular materials. Later, it was also at the dinner party in Yangcheng, listening to Meng Luoxi's talk about the Antarctic War and the forbidden human land, that he learned that there were still There are these things about level 90 peak warriors.

"It shouldn't exist, right? Otherwise, why would Emperor Qin still be dead?" However, Professor He still said with a scientific and rigorous attitude: "At least it didn't exist in Emperor Qin's time."

"There have been many peak-level experts in history who have sought to break through level ninety-nine. Not only Emperor Qin, but Emperor Ming of Tang and Immortal Emperor Jiajing have all tried but failed."

"These people were all the children of absolute luck in their time. However, in order to break through the shackles of martial arts and pursue immortality, they took all the resources in the world for their own use, which caused warriors from all over the world to raise their flags to resist. At worst, they suppressed the so-called The luck of the dynasty directly ruined the millennium-old foundation and changed the dynasty."

Professor He danced and danced while speaking, and his voice was mellow, which fascinated everyone in the rows before and after him.

"Then can we break through to the top?"

"Who knows, even though we have entered modern society, some big shots' pursuit of immortality is still the same as it was thousands of years ago..."

Professor He's eyes were obscured by sunglasses, making it difficult to see clearly what he was looking at at this time.

"It's all too far-fetched." He suddenly laughed and changed the subject.

"Chang'an is known as the ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties. When their city was building a subway a few years ago, I heard that a Ji Dao Imperial Weapon was unearthed."

"Dig out the Ji Dao Emperor's soldiers? Zundu and fake Dudu?" Wu Fan felt that Professor He was not only abstract, but also very capable of setting up the Dragon Gate Formation and talking about mountains.

While the two were chatting, Zhang Yong, a counselor sitting in the back row, suddenly walked over with his mobile phone.

"Professor He, classmate Wu Fan, look what I found." Zhang Yong is a skinny young man, about 27 or 8 years old. He wears old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses. He is a C-level warrior and a typical civilian warrior. .

For a warrior like this who only has levels but no combat power, if it weren't for a head-on battle, Wu Fan would have the confidence to kill him in seconds.

The teaching staff at Huaxia Wuhan University are generally divided into three levels: counselors, lecturers, and professors.

Counselors must be under thirty years old, graduate from one of the top ten Wuhan universities in the country, and must be at least C level in strength.

Instructors must be B-level warriors who have graduated from China Martial Arts University and Imperial Martial Arts University, and who have practiced abroad, on the front lines, and in the wild for more than two years.

Of course, there are even more requirements for professors. Not to mention anything else, just that the most basic strength must be A level or above.

Zhang Yong took out his mobile phone and played a video to everyone.

"Don't be afraid of hardships and dangers, and go with the wind and rain!"

"classmates..."

In the video, an old gentleman who looks like a principal is giving a speech in the heavy rain, and there is a man of the same age behind him holding an umbrella for him.

"This man looks familiar. He seems to be Wang Shuren, the president of Chang'an Wuhan University?" Professor He went over to take a look, and then confirmed: "What is President Wang doing? He seems very passionate?"

At this time, other students in the back row also came over.

"Isn't this a freshman exchange competition with our Huaxia Wuhan University? Chang'an Wuhan University took this opportunity to hold a mobilization meeting for all the freshmen in the school. As a result, it rained in the middle of the mobilization meeting. Principal Wang went off-script and started to give the freshmen a meeting. It’s time to get chicken blood." Zhang Yong explained with a smile, only to hear the voice of the president of Chang'an Wuhan University in the video.

"They are the proud sons of heaven! They are the most talented geniuses in China!"

"But in my eyes, you are no worse than them!"

"The martial arts college entrance examination represents the past, but what we are fighting for is the future!"

"What about Huaxia Wuhan University? If they dare to come, we will defeat them!"

"Do you have confidence!?"

Thousands of freshmen from Chang'an Wuhan University in the audience were so excited that they shouted:

"Have confidence!"

"Destroy Huaxia Wuhan University! Beat them so hard that they dare not enter our school!"

"Genius? What I'm fighting is a genius!"

The intercepted video was only 2 minutes long, and everyone watched it quickly. Then they looked at each other, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Burning! It's so burning!" Wang Ye felt that his blood was boiling.

"My evaluation is that it is not as good as Boruto."

Fang Tianxun said nonchalantly, he has always been like this.

"Good energy, very confident." This is Zhang Zhibai's evaluation. It's not that he doesn't like to talk, it's just because his personality is a bit high, and if others realize that he is actually a talkative, his personality will be dropped.

"Brother Fan, do you have any ideas?"

Guan Yuan has clenched his fists, and it seems that he is ready for a big fight.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Wu Fan did not express his opinion, but just spoke.

"First round..."

"let me try."