At that moment!
The entire arena fell silent for about a dozen breaths, and then erupted into complete chaos.
Their sect's disciple with inferior bloodline actually defeated the genius disciple from the Imperial Dao Sect with a fifth-grade bloodline.
Moreover, he even displayed two perfected martial arts!
"Hahaha, Land Ren won, give me the money!"
In the crowd, Wang Teng burst into laughter.
"Wang Teng, do you know something?"
An unwilling disciple handed a banknote to Wang Teng.
Taking the banknote, Wang Teng smiled, "I teamed up with him on a mission, so I know Land Ren's strength. He and Qin Yu killed the Azure Phosphorus Dragon King together!"
Hearing Wang Teng's words, the surrounding junior disciples were all shocked.
In the VIP seat.
Yun Qing Yao's mind went blank, never expecting Land Ren to be so powerful.
Isn't her disciple the one with the inferior bloodline?
Isn't he a waste in martial arts?
The only opened spiritual channel was bestowed by the Immortal!
If she had not personally taught Land Ren swordsmanship, she wouldn't have believed he could be so powerful.
But the Land Ren standing on the platform was completely different from the one she knew.
"This kid has been deceiving me all along. I'll see how I deal with him later!"
Yun Qing Yao muttered to herself in frustration.
The Chief Elder's face lit up with joy, then he looked at Yun Qing Yao and said, "Elder Yun, you really fooled us old folks so badly. You actually nurtured Land Ren to be this powerful!"
"The Perfect Spirit Cat Step, the Ferocious Tiger Fist perfected... tsk tsk tsk, Elder Yun, how did you do it?"
"Within two months, you cultivated two low-grade martial arts skills to perfection. Elder Yun, do you have some special nurturing methods?"
Many elders began to ask, their words unable to conceal their envy.
In their eyes, Land Ren's remarkable progress must be related to Yun Qing Yao.
Yun Qing Yao snapped back to reality and said, bravely, "I have my own methods of nurturing, even with inferior bloodlines, I can cultivate them!"
Xie Kuang's face turned ashen. Li Jing, ranked third in terms of strength among their new sect members, was defeated by someone with an inferior bloodline. If this news got out, it would be a huge blow to the reputation of their Imperial Dao Sect.
Zhao Yi's face was equally grim. He had thought Land Ren would embarrass himself at this exchange conference, but he unexpectedly turned out to be so strong, even perfecting two low-grade martial arts skills.
Could this really be achieved by someone with an inferior bloodline?
The elder immediately jumped onto the stage, smiling as he announced, "In the first match, disciple Land Ren of the Qingyun Sect wins! Now, onto the second match!"
Land Ren stepped down from the stage and approached Yun Qing Yao.
The Chief Elder openly praised, "Land Ren, well done! You brought glory to our Qingyun Sect. After the exchange conference ends, you will be rewarded handsomely!"
Land Ren's performance had far exceeded his expectations. Even if he were to lose the next two fights, he wouldn't mind.
"It's all thanks to my master's excellent teachings. If there are rewards to be given, please reward my master instead!" Land Ren humbly replied.
Yun Qing Yao, listening to Land Ren's words, felt a mix of joy and anger. She had never expected that her disciple could bring her such face.
Next, in the second match, it was Nalan Xin from the Imperial Dao Sect against Yang Rong from the Qingyun Sect.
As the two of them stepped onto the stage, the presiding elder announced, "Let the match begin!"
Swish!
Almost at the moment the presiding elder stepped aside, Nalan Xin's eyes flashed. Her body nearly bent over and touched the ground as she swiftly rushed towards Yang Rong.
And, Nalan Xin didn't move in a straight line, but in an irregular arc, like a venomous snake ready to deliver a fatal strike at any moment.
"It's a human-grade upper-level body movement martial skill, Serpent Walk, and it seems to have reached perfection!" Many disciples instantly recognized the martial skill Nalan Xin was using.
"They say that Serpent Walk is extremely difficult to cultivate, requiring a very flexible body, like that of a snake. One must establish a strong foundation from a young age."
"She truly deserves to be among the top new talents of the Imperial Dao Sect. I wonder if Yang Rong can withstand her attacks!"
As Land Ren watched the Serpent Walk, he couldn't help but feel astonished. His Tiger Cat Steps excelled in speed, but the Serpent Walk was mysterious and unpredictable, making it difficult to decipher.
If Yang Rong hadn't trained to counter the Serpent Walk, she would quickly be defeated.
As expected!
Facing Nalan Xin's Serpent Walk, Yang Rong was unable to defend herself. Although she also trained in body movement, she was only at a basic level of proficiency.
Nalan Xin almost never gave Yang Rong a chance to counter-attack, swiftly moving to another side after each strike.
Yang Rong was completely on the defensive.
After several rounds, Yang Rong was finally unable to withstand Nalan Xin's attack and was struck hard in the chest, the sound of bones shattering echoing in the air.
In an instant, Yang Rong flew backward, landing on the ground with a pained expression on her face.
"So ruthless!"
Land Ren clearly heard the sound of ribs breaking and couldn't help but furrow his brow.
Nalan Xin could have controlled her strength, but she had chosen to strike with such force!
"Warriors should have this ruthlessness. No matter who the enemy is, being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to oneself. Soft-heartedness leads to failure in great endeavors!" Xie Kuang said coldly.
Soon, an elder took Yang Rong for treatment.
Amidst the noise of the disciples, the third round of competition finally began.
The third round of competition was the most important one of the exchange conference, a showdown between the strongest participants. Whoever won this round would almost secure victory in the conference.
Chu Feiyang stepped onto the stage, looking at Zhao Yi, and said indifferently, "You are not my match. Will you concede?"
Zhao Yi's lips curled up in amusement as he replied, "Although you have one more spiritual orifice than me, that doesn't mean you can't be defeated. Today, I will challenge someone with seven spiritual orifices using my six spiritual orifices!"
"Is that so?" Chu Feiyang smiled calmly.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi's eyebrows twitched. Chu Feiyang's calm demeanor made him uneasy for a moment, but the feeling quickly dissipated.
The difference in power between six and seven spiritual orifices was not significant and could be compensated for with martial skills and combat abilities.
Today, Zhao Wei was determined to defeat the talented Yang Ming of the Imperial Dao Sect with a sixth-grade bloodline.
"I am Zhao Yi, an entry-level disciple of the Qingyun Sect, with a fifth-grade bloodline. Please instruct me!" Zhao Wei declared.
Chu Feiyang calmly responded, "I am Chu Feiyang, an entry-level disciple of the Imperial Dao Sect, with a sixth-grade bloodline and a successor of the Ghost Sword. Please instruct me!"
"What? He is actually a successor of the Ghost Sword?"
"Both him and the Holy Maiden are successors of the Ghost Sword King?"
Many inner disciples were shocked and amazed.
Listening to the discussions around him, Lu Ren subconsciously glanced at Yun Qingyao and could clearly sense that her facial expression had become somewhat unnatural.
Zhao Yi's heart was shaken, and he exclaimed, "You are a successor of the Ghost Sword?"
"Scared?" Chu Feiyang chuckled, took a step, directly crossing a distance of thirty zhang, and arrived in front of Zhao Yi. He swung his fists wildly, and terrifying fist force emitted hot air, like two red-hot iron blocks.
"Is this the Human Grade superior martial skill, Burning Fire Fist? And mastered to perfection?"
Facing the overwhelming barrage of punches, Zhao Yi's expression changed. He formed his hands into claws and fiercely countered the attack.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The intense collision sounds rang out, and terrifying fluctuations reverberated all around.
But Zhao Yi was continuously forced back, almost reaching the edge of the stage, about to fall.
"Iron Wolf Ghost Step!"
Zhao Yi lightly stepped forward, his figure resembling a wolf, stabilizing himself before pouncing on Chu Feiyang, resembling a hungry wolf hunting its prey.
Chu Feiyang stood still, facing Zhao Yi's fierce assault. He madly struck with his palms, blocking all of Zhao Yi's attacks.
After a dozen moves, with a powerful impact, Zhao Yi was pushed back several steps.
Stabilizing his body, Zhao Yi sneered, "Ghost Sword successor, is that all you've got?"
He had one less spiritual orifice opened than Chu Feiyang, but he could feel that Chu Feiyang's strength was far superior to his.
In this battle, he was definitely the winner!