In the last Summit, the four geniuses were ranked one by one, and Xin Wuheng was ranked first.
Qiu Mengyu was ranked second, Zhao Linlong was third, and Qiu Changyi was fourth.
The first was from the Xin family, and the second and fourth were from the Qiu family.
The Zhao family was obviously at a disadvantage.
But this year, the Zhao Family came from behind and overtook them!
Not only had Zhao Linlong reached the sixth rank, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei had also reached the fifth rank at a young age, which made the Zhao Clan's geniuses much higher than the other clans.
Comparing the number of geniuses above the fifth rank.
The Zhao Clan had five: Zhao Linlong, Zhao Chi, Zhao Feng, Zhao Han, and Zhao Yufei.
There were only three people in the Xin family, including Xin Tong who had broken through not long ago.
The Qiu family had four, including Qiu Mengyu and Qiu Changyi.
"I'm afraid this year's Genius Summit will be a fierce battle …"
The strength of the Zhao Clan put pressure on the other two clans, causing their expressions to turn grave.
After everyone had arrived, the Summit officially began.
The main purpose of the Summit was to exchange pointers and exchange pointers.
According to the rules of the Summit, everyone could display their skills and exchange pointers with others.
After each round of sparring, the host or other people could participate in the evaluation, praise or derogation.
At the center of the Summit.
"The skill I am practicing is called 'Sweeping Cloud Kick', and it has reached the peak level."
A youth kicked out with both of his legs, and his speed became faster and faster. In the end, only the afterimages of his legs could be seen.
"Not bad to train a middle ranked skill to the peak level."
The crowd exclaimed.
What was rare was that this youth didn't come from one of the three major clans, but the number one genius of another clan.
After the practice, the youth's eyes lit up, and he said to Qiu Mengyu: "I hope to exchange pointers with the number one beauty of Sun Feather City."
As soon as he said this, the crowd booed.
"Pfft, a country bumpkin like you wants to exchange pointers with Qiu Mengyu?"
"If you want to challenge Mengyu, you have to defeat me first!"
Amongst the Qiu family disciples, a youth of the fourth rank of the Martial Path flew out.
The two youths were soon locked in combat.
The young man from the Qiu Family cultivated a set of high-grade fist techniques. Its might was not ordinary, and it had reached large success.
In the end, after fifty to sixty moves, the Qiu Clan's disciple won.
"Humph! How dare you come to the Genius Summit with your meager strength? What a disgrace. "
The Qiu Clan disciple sneered.
The cultivation techniques and martial arts that the geniuses of the three major clans cultivated were of a higher level, more comprehensive, and stronger than the other forces.
After this Qiu Clan disciple won, another Xin Clan disciple challenged him.
The Genius Summit proceeded in an orderly manner.
In the beginning, the sparring was between ordinary geniuses in the fourth stage of the Martial Path.
The Wind and Cloud Geniuses and geniuses above the fifth rank didn't interfere.
In a short while, Zhao Qin and Zhao Qing of the Zhao Clan entered the arena one after another. Some of them won, while others lost.
As time passed, the geniuses on the stage became stronger and stronger.
"I, Zhao Han, would like to experience your strength."
Zhao Han stood in the middle of the clearing.
His eyes scanned the Xin family and the Qiu family. His target was the fifth rank of the Martial Path.
The Xin family had three cultivators of the fifth rank, led by Xin Wuheng. Although there weren't many of them, they were all strong.
"Let me!"
Xin Tong slowly stood up and threw away the straw hat on his head.
Last time at the entrance of the Zhao Clan, Xin Tong and Zhao Han had fought.
At that time, because of Zhao Han's powerful cultivation and Inner Strength, Xin Tong lost.
"Loser!"
Zhao Han coldly laughed and attacked without saying a word.
"Iron Wall Hand!"
Xin Tong's arm was like copper, and his muscles became thicker as he punched out with a domineering Inner Strength.
Cold Snow Palm!
An extremely cold and oppressive Inner Strength appeared on Zhao Han's body. A cold silver aura accompanied that palm and slowly struck out.
Pah — —
The two forces clashed together.
Zhao Han retreated a few steps, his Qi and blood churning. Xin Tong slowed down and felt a chill on his arm.
The two had their advantages and disadvantages:
Zhao Han's advantage was that his Inner Strength had reached the peak of the fifth rank.
Xin Tong trained in Copper Skin Iron Body, so his body and defense were stronger.
Because he had reached the fifth rank, Xin Tong's Inner Strength had caught up, and along with his strength and Iron Wall Hand, his power was extremely strong.
After exchanging dozens of blows, the two were evenly matched.
But as time passed, Zhao Han started to feel tired. Every time they clashed, his arm would feel numb, and his hand would feel like it was about to crack.
Xin Tong's defense was strong, and even if his Inner Strength was at a disadvantage, he wouldn't be injured.
After a hundred blows, Zhao Han's breathing was heavy, while Xin Tong was steadily improving.
"The two of you will end here."
Qiu Mengyu smiled and stopped the sparring.
"Zhao Han, your Inner Strength is very strong, but your foundation is slightly unstable. I suggest that you strengthen your body. As for Xin Tong, your defense and body training are your strengths, and your attack power is also very strong. However, you rely too much on your strength, and in terms of martial arts techniques and techniques, you are slightly lacking …" She then commented on the advantages and disadvantages of the two.
Qiu Mengyu's comments were accurate.
Other than that, there were also other geniuses who participated in the discussion.
In this spar, the final verdict was that Xin Tong had won by a small margin.
"Hehe, who else from the Zhao family wants to fight? Zhao Linlong? Or Zhao Feng? "
Xin Tong crossed his arms and chewed on a blade of grass as he looked at the Zhao family.
There were too many geniuses from the Zhao family this year, and the disciples of the Xin family and Qiu family were purposely challenging the geniuses from the Zhao family.
Xin Tong's gaze traveled back and forth until it finally locked onto Zhao Feng.
He wasn't confident that he could challenge Zhao Linlong.
Zhao Linlong had entered the Genius Summit with his cultivation of the sixth rank. Other than the top geniuses, normal geniuses didn't dare to challenge him.
"You've just fought, so I won with an unfair advantage."
Zhao Feng stood up and faintly smiled.
What he said was the truth. Xin Tong had just fought with Zhao Han, and his stamina and Inner Strength had been greatly depleted.
But his words caused the disciples of the Xin family to feel disgusted.
"Kid! You're too arrogant! "
"Hmph! If you don't want to fight, then just say it. I hate cowards. "
The main reason was that Zhao Feng wasn't famous in Sun Feather City, and many people didn't know him.
Zhao Feng's fame was limited to the Zhao family, and he rarely showed himself outside of the family.
Among the Xin Family disciples, only Xin Fei didn't think so. Instead, his expression became even more solemn.
Qiu Mengyu suggested with a smile: "Why don't we let Xin Tong rest for a while, and Zhao Feng, you can show off your skills or spar with the others."
Her beautiful eyes were clear and rippling, and she took a few more glances at Zhao Yufei, who was in the distance, with slight interest.
Zhao Yufei was a bit embarrassed and stuck out her tongue.
Zhao Feng felt weird, as he felt that this Qiu Mengyu seemed to know him.
"Who wants to spar with me?"
He said with a smile.
"Let me!"
A youth with a scar jumped out from among the disciples of the Xin family.
It was Xin Fei.
After two months, Xin Fei's cultivation had reached the peak of the fourth rank.
"I'm afraid you're no match for me."
Zhao Feng stared at Xin Fei calmly.
"I know."
Xin Fei took a deep breath, and his eyes became sharp. The long saber in his hand had not been released, but there was a buzzing sound.
Puchi — —
The edge of the saber was suffused with a layer of sharp aura. It cut through the air and produced a sharp whistling sound. The cold flow of the saber light transformed into a gale wave, wave after wave.
"Wild Wind Dance!"
Xin Fei pushed his blade to the limit, and everything within a yard was surrounded by the wind. The blade and the wind seemed to have merged into one, creating a "Song of Blade Dance".
Facing such an attack, Zhao Feng was shocked. He didn't expect Xin Fei's strength to be able to challenge the fifth rank of the Martial Path.
In terms of offense, Xin Fei was even stronger than Xin Tong.
Lightly Micro Step!
Zhao Feng's figure suddenly became erratic, and wherever he went, there would be afterimages.
Puchi! Puchi! Puchi …
Xin Fei's attacks and the afterimages turned into bubbles and nothingness.
Casually, Zhao Feng flashed around Xin Fei's body and the latter couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.
"Zhao Feng's movement skill is probably close to Zhao Linlong's Shadow Step …"
Zhao Feng was shocked.
Raging Dragon Fist!
Zhao Feng suddenly attacked, his fists howling like the roar of an angry dragon.
Peng! Dang!
The fist and the saber clashed several times. Xin Fei was forced back, and his blood and Qi were shaken.
This was under the situation where Zhao Feng controlled his cultivation to be at the peak of the fourth rank.
Dang …
After ten moves, Xin Fei's blade was knocked away by Zhao Feng's finger.
That finger seemed ordinary, but it was extraordinarily powerful.
Xin Fei's blade was knocked back tens of meters, and it fell to the ground with a clang.
"Xin Fei admires your strength. Other than Xin Wuheng, you are the second expert that I am willing to submit to."
Xin Fei didn't give up, and he turned around to pick up his blade.
Pressure and encouragement over and over again would only serve as a greater motivation for his growth and progress.
"One day, you will become an expert in the path of the blade."
Zhao Feng couldn't help but praise. He could see potential and tenacity in Xin Fei, which was something that most of the geniuses here didn't have.
After defeating Xin Fei, Zhao Feng showed his strength.
Even if his opponent was only at the fourth stage of the Martial Path, anyone with a discerning eye could tell how strong he was.
It was especially so for the last finger. With just a light tap, it sent Xin Fei's saber flying.
"Zhao Feng, you have improved a lot!"
Xin Tong slowly got up.
After a moment of rest, he had more or less recovered. That was because the battle with Zhao Han didn't injure him too much.
"I lost to you last time, and this time, I will take revenge."
Zhao Feng's face was serious.
"You are too humble. Last time, you were not at the fourth rank of the Martial Path, and I couldn't do anything to your movement technique. This time, I hope that you won't hide, and you will fight like a real man. "
Xin Tong wasn't arrogant.
"Then, I won't be polite."
Zhao Feng took a deep breath and threw a simple punch.
"Good!"
Xin Tong laughed. He had never been afraid of a head-on clash.
Clang!
The two fists were like machines forged from copper and iron. When they collided with each other, they produced the sound of an exploding wok.
Hu …
Formless waves of air and afterlife reverberated, rushing in all directions.
Many of the geniuses present felt their eardrums explode.
"What terrifying strength!"
Many of the spectators had lingering fear. That sound alone was enough to shake their souls.
After taking the punch, the two of them stood still like statues.
The crowd was dead silent.
After a while, one of them trembled and spat out a mouthful of blood.
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