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Chapter 66 65: Beat up Zhao Tao (Second update, please subscribe!)

Did I see it wrong?

No, Wu Zongyun rejected this idea immediately!

He has been practicing martial arts for decades and has already reached Flesh Refining. Even if his energy and blood are weakened and his strength is declining, it will never be to the point where his eyesight is greatly reduced and he can't even see clearly.

But that person...why does he look so much like Li Yun?

Wu Zongyun's pupils contracted and he stared directly at the young man on the stage who was only about twenty years old.

The man was extremely muscular, nearly two meters tall, and his chest rose and fell like a wild bear between breaths. He stood next to an old man, and the old man was actually chatting and laughing with Gang Leader Huang of the Crazy Knife Gang. Judging from his appearance, it seems that Gang Leader Huang is still in a lower position when talking to the old man.

That young man looks almost exactly like Li Yun. Could he be Li Yun? But how is this possible?

Li Yun is just an ordinary hunter with no background and no strength even Bone Refining. At this time, he has no protection of his own and is 100% likely to be killed in a prison by the Yamen.

No matter what, it is absolutely impossible that Li Yun will appear on that stage.

However, there are absolutely no identical people in the world... Wu Zongyun frowned and looked at the young man on the stage.

It was at this moment that the young man seemed to notice Wu Zongyun's gaze and turned his head to look sideways.

The two eyes met, looking down, looking up.

Looking at each other, Wu Zongyun looked away, frowning slightly, they were so similar, so similar.

"Dad, are you also looking at that person?" Wu Ling said from the side: "That person looks like Li Yun, who you expelled from the school."

Wu Zongyun nodded silently: "It's quite similar."

Zhou Song looked over, and was shocked at first, and then couldn't believe what he saw: "That person really looks like..."

"Okay!" Wu Zongyun clapped his hands, looked at the two inner court disciples and said solemnly: "Don't think about someone who is no longer in our boxing gym. You two are disciples recognized by Master Wei Er. Outside None of the disciples in the inner courtyard can participate in the martial arts tournament, so you must fight for your master and win this martial arts tournament."

"Three years ago, I lost to the old guys from Zhenshan Fist. I wasted three years of development time, making Zhenshan Fist become the number one punch in Chunyang Town. This time, I must overthrow them!"

"Yes, Master!" Zhao Tao bowed to Zhou Song.

Compared to Zhao Tao who looked excited, Zhou Song looked calmer.

"Zhou Song, in the first game, it's up to you to open up the situation. Don't let me down," Wu Zongyun looked at Zhou Song with encouragement in his eyes.

Zhou Song nodded: "I understand."

At this moment, after Huang Hong finished beating the gong on the stage, he delivered an important speech. Li Yun was listening to it quite boringly. Most of what he said was to encourage people's hearts and draw a big pie. There was nothing interesting to listen to.

However, he was a martial artist and acted in a hurry. It didn't take long for Huang Hong to finish speaking, saying that the martial arts competition was about to start, and he sat down.

The martial arts competition also kicked off with the excited shouts of the people, and the deacons of the Crazy Blade Gang walked onto the ring, explained the rules, and called on the disciples from each hall.

"The first match is between Wave Boxing Gym and Zhenshan Boxing Gym. Please send a disciple from each martial arts gym."

The middle-aged deacon finished speaking, and soon, two strong men walked up on both sides.

One of them was Zhou Song. Li Yun took a second look and then looked at Zhou Song's opponent. He was also strong and his keen eyesight could detect that the exposed skin of Zhou Song's opponent's arms was obviously different from that of ordinary people. This was A martial artist who was also a skin refiner like Zhou Song.

But Li Yun couldn't tell what the specific strength was and whether Zhou Song could defeat the opponent. When the gap between martial arts levels was not big, he would have to do it to know if he really wanted to win or lose.

When the two boxing gym disciples came on the stage, the atmosphere on the court reached its climax.

The people were as excited as lunatics, shouting and yelling on the field. The suppression of the past six months was vented at this time, which may be a good thing, but listening to these curses and filthy voices, Li Yun still felt somewhat unpleasant. .

"Yuan Country has always had a Martial Dao Spirit Ascension. Emperor Yuanzu even had a Martial Dao Spirit Ascension. He conquered this country from a common man. Since then, successive emperors have inherited this habit under the guidance of their ancestors and practiced martial arts to strengthen themselves and protect their families. In Weiguo and the entire court, it is said that the military officers are strong and the civil servants are low, so it is normal for the people to be like this."

Sun Changqing explained calmly on the side, these dirty words are nothing. Many years ago, he went to a village when he was young. The people there were fierce. It is said that it is called Wu Village. Everyone has martial arts, and most of the people there Important matters are all decided through combat.

Sun Changqing pointed to the field and said with a playful smile: "That little old man must be Wu Zongyun. Did you see him just now? Looking at it from this bird's eye view, what do you think?"

Li Yun shook his head: "I don't have any ideas, just a stranger."

"Haha, you kid, you are telling the truth," Sun Changqing snorted.

However, Li Yun actually didn't have much idea. At the beginning, he might have had some thoughts that he wanted to make Wu Zongyun regret and upset, but after seeing it, he was actually quite calm.

After all, there is no emotion at all. Seriously speaking, the master-disciple relationship between the two is just a transaction, calm and normal.

Looking down at the battle in the field, this martial arts tournament is not allowed to use swords and sharp weapons against the enemy, only fists and feet are allowed to fight, and no life-threatening things are allowed to happen.

While watching Zhou Song fight with his opponents and listening to the conversation of the top management of the Crazy Blade Gang, Li Yun finally understood why the Crazy Blade Gang had to work so hard to complete such a competition.

The three major boxing gyms are barely vassals of the Crazy Knife Gang, and they have some kind of unexplained cooperative relationship. This cooperation is reflected in the martial arts competition.

If the disciples who come on stage are extremely dazzling or have a little talent, the Crazy Knife Gang will extend an olive branch and attract these relics of the deep sea into their own influence.

In this regard, except for the direct disciples of the three major boxing gyms, generally speaking, they will not refuse, and will even take the initiative to let the disciples join, because this is also beneficial to themselves. To put it bluntly, the martial arts tournament is a competition between the three major boxing gyms and the madness. It's just a meeting to divide the interests of the Knife Gang, nothing more!

Off the court, Zhou Song's wave boxing was fierce and fast.

The wave punch is like a real ocean wave, one wave after another, beating the opponent back continuously without giving the enemy any chance to breathe.

Li Yun felt relieved when he saw this, Zhou Song was sure to win.

Senior Brother Zhou's Wave Fist, which he had practiced hard for so long, finally broke through to Dacheng. The Dacheng-level Wave Fist clearly knocked the opponent out of his mind.

Sure enough, after a few breaths, the opponent was punched out of the ring by Zhou Song, and Zhou Song won.

Li Yun didn't bother to watch the next few competitions. Like Sun Changqing, he was almost in a daze. It seemed that his eyes were focused on the competition, but in fact, he was far away from the world.

Two words, boring.

These people couldn't pose any threat to him at all, and judging from his perfect boxing skills, the skin-refining martial artist could only withstand a few beatings, that's all.

…

At this time, in the audience, Zhou Song walked down the ring with great momentum, covered in sweat but his eyes were extremely bright.

"Master, I won!" Zhou Song said with a smile.

"That's right, keep up the good work," Wu Zongyun nodded and said in a deep voice: "After a short rest, you go up to defend the ring. With your Dacheng Wave Boxing strength, it should be enough to defeat the skin-refining disciples from the two boxing gyms. Then you will step down. Leave everything to Zhao Tao."

Hearing this, Zhou Song was stunned for a moment, looked helplessly at Zhao Tao who was smiling next to him, and could only nod his head: "I understand."

"Senior Brother Zhou, don't worry. As long as you take care of those Skin Refining warriors, I will beat every one of the remaining Bone Refining warriors," Zhao Tao was extremely confident.

Zhou Song ignored him and just closed his eyes to recover his strength. After the start, he stepped forward to defend the ring. With Dacheng's Wave Fist, he indeed defeated three skin-refining warriors, but faced the blast in the last battle. The martial arts gym's continuous and fast kicks were too weak to withstand due to lack of physical strength, so he was defeated.

"It's just a little bit short, what a pity!" Wu Zongyun sighed and patted Zhou Song on the shoulder comfortingly: "You did a good job, let's take a rest."

"Yes, Master," Zhou Song nodded, his face covered with blood, and he sat on the ground without saying a word.

Wu Zongyun looked at Zhao Tao and said extremely seriously: "Zhao Tao, it's up to you now. There is also a skin refining martial artist. Other than that, they are all Bone Refining. The medicine I gave you is really not strong enough." Just swallow it immediately, do you understand?"

"I understand, Master, don't worry, these people are just a mob," Zhao Tao said with an extremely confident smile, making no secret of his disdain for that group of people.

Seeing that he was extremely confident, Wu Zongyun was slightly relieved.

"The sixth game, Wave Boxing Gym versus Gale Martial Arts Hall, please send a disciple from each side."

The middle-aged deacon on the stage played gongs and drums.

Zhao Tao was shocked: "Master, I'm going!"

Then, he strode forward, jumped onto the ring with a leap.

The skin refining warrior on the opposite side also came on the stage. Zhao Tao sneered at this. After the start, with the strength and boxing skills that surpassed ordinary Bone Refining in the same realm, he was able to compete with him. In the end, he punched two levels. The strength made the injured skin-refining martial artist unable to hold on any longer and was defeated.

"Drink! Weak, weak, weak!"

Zhao Tao laughed heartily and looked at the martial arts disciples with great confidence and arrogance: "Go on, come one and I'll knock one out!"

"Huh, this kid is so arrogant." On the stage, Sun Changqing opened his sleepy eyes. Hearing this arrogant tone, he praised: "My strength is average, but his momentum is pretty good."

Li Yun, on the other hand, watched the scene on the stage calmly and indifferently. Zhao Tao's strength was indeed acceptable. Although his words angered the disciples from the other two major boxing gyms, he managed to hold on to the stage with his strength.

And there is still power left. After the skin-refining warriors have been mostly cleaned up by Brother Zhou, these Bone Refining boxing gym disciples cannot threaten Zhao Tao. As expected, the first place in this martial arts competition is the Wave Boxing Gym.

But when Li Yun saw Zhao Tao playing the second level, his eyebrows furrowed.

Erdie Lang is not a move he created, but the next move Li Yun launched based on the existing trajectory of Wave Boxing. In fact, it is all the moves in the boxing itself.

Li Yun was quite surprised that Zhao Tao could pull it off, because even Zhou Song had not learned this trick, so there is no need to say more about what it means.

Wu Zongyun hid his bottom line. His bottom line was Erdie Lang or Triple Die Lang. Even Zhou Song, who had followed him for many years, did not teach it to him. This is actually easy to say, but what is unacceptable is that he passed it on to Gang Lai. Not long after Zhao Tao.

I don’t know if Senior Brother Zhou will have other thoughts after this incident.

Li Yun was thinking that at this time, Zhao Tao had defeated his last opponent, and the first place in the conference was already the Wave Boxing Gym.

It should have ended here, but Li Yun discovered that Zhao Tao still did not step down, and most of his attention was focused here.

When he was confused, Huang Hong, the leader of the Crazy Knife Gang, stood up, looked at Li Yun, and said in a soft tone: "Brother Li, the winner of the competition has been decided, now it's our Crazy Knife Gang's turn. Disciple, go down and compete with the winner to demonstrate the prestige of my Crazy Sword Gang."

"Huang, after thinking about it, it seems that among the young disciples in my gang, no one is more suitable than you. Why don't you, little brother Li, give Zhao Tao a try?"

"Shall I go?" Li Yun looked confused and glanced at Sun Changqing.

Sun Changqing, the old god, just took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Then go."

"Okay, I'll go there then," Li Yun saw this and didn't shirk.

In fact, he also wanted to give Zhao Tao a good beating. Besides, Zhao Tao was easily agitated. He could get more entries later, so why not?

Then, under countless gazes, Li Yun set off.

He just stepped a little harder on the ground, and his body was as light as air. He was almost two meters tall and as strong as a bear, but at this time it gave people an erratic feeling, like stepping on white clouds, which was extremely strange.

At a distance of about ten feet, Li Yun touched the ground and flew a certain distance before landing. He touched the ground again, rose and fell twice, and then landed firmly on the ring.

This scene surprised most people.

"This light skill is amazing, I'm afraid it's the true inheritance from Mr. Sun," Huang Hong said with a smile from the side.

Sun Changqing sneered: "That's it, not even close."

Although he said this, anyone could hear that Sun Changqing's tone was obviously wrong, as if he was showing off.

"There should be a fight between dragons and tigers later. We need to take a closer look." Huang Hong twitched the corner of his mouth and changed the subject.

On the stage, Li Yun and Zhao Tao faced each other.

Zhao Tao was originally in a fierce mood, but when he saw Li Yun, he was stunned for a moment, looking at his opponent who was only two feet away from him with disbelief.

"Li, Li Yun?"

"It's me," Li Yun nodded and said calmly: "Stop talking nonsense and do it."

"Why aren't you dead yet? Why are you standing there?" Zhao Tao's mouth was dry and his stomach was full of doubts.

"Only trash can have so many words."

Li Yun's expression was very calm, so calm that he even looked down upon others with a condescending contempt, like a being from above looking down at the ants below.

"Huh, who do you think you are?"

Zhao Tao spat, but he couldn't hold it back any longer. He let out a loud roar, and his whole body's strength exploded unabashedly, and he rushed towards Li Yun like a cannonball.

"You disappeared before, which was a pity for me, but now you appear in front of me. Although I don't know why you are standing there, I will trample you under my feet!"

Zhao Tao roared, his momentum was like a rainbow.

However, Li Yun just glanced at him lightly and slapped him accurately on the cheek.

Visible to the naked eye, Zhao Tao's ferocious expression was instantly distorted after being slapped by this slap, and the waves of flesh on his face were clearly visible, like ripples spreading.

Snapped!

A crisp loud noise.

Zhao Tao flew out and hit the ground hard.

There was silence.

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