Chapter 111: A violent beating

Faced with Li Jianwu's arrogant sneer, Wu Yun's heart was boiling with anger. He couldn't bear it and had to beat him.

Wu Yun took a few steps forward and punched Li Jianwu. Li Jianwu blocked him with his sword, but was beaten and flew back more than ten meters away.

The blood in his body was surging.

Li Jianwu stood still and his face changed drastically. No, this was not what he thought. How could he be so strong and completely crush me at this moment?

In shock, Li Jianwu quickly calmed himself down. He quickly calmed down the surging spiritual energy in his body and told himself that no matter what, this was Wu Yun's magic and would be backfired.

Hold on, hold on for another minute.

Bang.

Another punch, so fast and fierce that Li Jianwu had no time to dodge. He was hit hard again, and blood began to flow from the corner of his mouth.

He just got up, bang!

Another punch, directly hit Li Jianwu's left face.

In an instant, his left face swelled up like a pig's head.

Every time Wu Yun threw a punch, there was a cry of surprise from the audience.

With the blood surging in his body and the pain outside, Li Jianwu's face had completely changed from calm to panic.

But there was a bit of confidence in the panic.

He firmly believed that Wu Yun could not hold on for long.

At this moment, one minute was about to pass, and Wu Yun would gradually begin to weaken.

And Wu Yun's three punches not only hit Li Jianwu, but also deeply struck the minds of the people in the audience.

They were completely stunned and couldn't believe how Wu Yun could be so powerful.

With the cultivation of Zhenwu level 2, he actually beat Zhenwu level 5 Li Jianwu without any room to fight back.

On the fighting stage, Li Jianwu timed it accurately and recited in his heart.

The spiritual energy in his body circulated, quickly calming the surging blood.

Suddenly, Li Jianwu narrowed his eyes slightly. He had calculated the time accurately. One minute had passed, and Wu Yun would gradually weaken.

At this moment, his panic gradually disappeared, and the arrogant confidence returned to his face.

The humiliation just now must be paid back with all the time to come.

"Wu Yun, one minute has passed, what else can you use to fight me?"

Suddenly, Li Jianwu clenched his fists and rushed towards Wu Yun.

As the number one person in the outer sect, how could he endure being beaten up by Wu Yun in such a grand manner.

Wu Yun was a little puzzled by Li Jianwu's one-minute theory, and thought to himself, is this kid crazy? Was he beaten stupid by me? What is he talking about.

Seeing Li Jianwu rushing over, Wu Yun suddenly raised his foot, kicked away Li Jianwu's long sword, and swept his right fist across, hitting him directly on the right side of his face.

In an instant, Li Jianwu flew backwards again like a kite with a broken string, and his right face was also swollen like a pig's head.

Li Jianwu, who fell to the ground, hurriedly got up and looked at Wu Yun in disbelief.

He murmured, "No, it's impossible. How could it be possible? So much time has passed. How could his spiritual energy support this martial art that requires huge consumption for so long?"

In his heart, there was still a glimmer of luck, thinking that Wu Yun was just recovering.

But what happened next made him give up his thoughts completely.

On the fighting stage, Wu Yun beat Li Jianwu violently for five minutes. From the ground to the air, from the scalp to the toes, from top to bottom, every place was left with Wu Yun's fist marks.

Everyone in the audience looked at it blankly, including several elders on the rostrum, who didn't know how to express their feelings at the moment.

Although they tried their best to stop Li Jianwu from hurting Wu Yun, they couldn't bear to see Li Jianwu being beaten so violently by Wu Yun.

At this moment, Li Jianwu was lying flat on the fighting stage, unable to move. He had gained two circles of weight all over his body, and even his facial features were swollen. This was because he was beaten by Wu Yun alive.

Finally, someone exclaimed: "Oh my god, Li Jianwu is actually powerless to fight back."

"No, look at Wu Yun, he is still using this amplification martial arts. What kind of martial arts is this that can last for so long? The last time he fought with Li Jianfeng, Wu Yun only lasted less than a minute with this martial arts before he became weak."

Li Jianwu lay on the fighting stage, trying his best to squeeze out a slit in his eyes that were swollen and almost unable to open.

You can't see his pupils, but you can feel his fear and shock.

He couldn't believe that Wu Yun was still using the amplification martial arts that he originally estimated could only last for one minute.

The battle was over, but Wu Yun had not yet taken back the amplification martial arts.

"He, he actually used this amplification martial arts that requires huge consumption for fun? Horrible, too terrible. Brother, why did you mess with this person?"

This was the last thought in Li Jianwu's mind before he fell into a coma.

The third elder came on stage and announced the result. Wu Yun became an inner disciple as the first in the assessment.

The remaining ones are Murong Zhixin, Ouyang Yu, Pengcheng, and Li Jianwu, who is swollen like a pig.

Among these people, except for Li Jianwu who was sent directly to the Li family due to his serious injuries, the others all passed the assessment and entered the inner gate.

For outer disciples, when entering the inner gate, the inner gate elders will be responsible for a distribution ceremony, that is to say, it is still unknown which inner gate force will take a fancy to Wu Yun and the other five.

The distribution ceremony will be held in three days.

Feiyun Sect, the inner gate force, is divided into three major forces: the Alchemy Pavilion, the Martial Arts Pavilion, and the Purple Cloud Pavilion.

Wu Yun didn't care about this matter. Originally, he wanted to enter the Alchemy Pavilion the most, but now he is a formal student of Dancheng College, and he doesn't have much desire for the Alchemy Pavilion.

The day after the duel, Wu Yun asked Ouyang Yu to return to the Yunyue Empire's monarch's mansion and asked Old Xu to come in person to prepare for taking over the Li family.

It was written in black and white, and the handwriting was clear. Once Wu Yun defeated Li Jianwu, the Li family would voluntarily submit to the Yunyue Empire. If the Li family dared to violate it, it would be a breach of trust and would be infamous from then on.

On the same day, Old Xu led two honor elders from the Honor Elder Hall of the Monarch's Mansion to the Li family to prepare for the recruitment work.

Although Old Xu was the person in charge of the Honor Elder Hall, his strength was not the strongest.

Although Old Xu's cultivation was only the ninth level of the True Martial Realm, the other two honor elders he brought had already reached the first level of the Earth Martial Realm.

With such a battle, even if Li Batian regretted it at that time, he would not have to be afraid, after all, his Li family only had Li Batian, a person of the first level of the Earth Martial Realm.

Wu Yun and Ouyang Yu were also in the crowd.

Li family, when Old Xu slapped the black and white words on Li Batian's face, Li Batian seemed to have guessed the result long ago.

But he was not panicked. He said it and promised it. If they really started fighting, the Li family was just a family after all. If they really fought, they could make some waves, but they were no match for the Yunyue Empire.

Li Batian was sitting on a wooden chair, his face a little depressed, and he told someone beside him, "Go and invite the old patriarch out."

Then, Li Batian said to Old Xu and others, "I promised it. I didn't regret it, nor did I stop it, but whether I can eat my Li family is not something I can decide."

This was clearly a trick, but Old Xu and other honor elders frowned, "That old guy is still alive!"

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