Chapter 56 Three Wooden Men

There are significant differences between one-to-one and one-to-many teaching, as well as between the quality of teachers.

When I heard what Tang Qiushan said, I could get 40 experience points for one injection.

Not to mention Zhang Wang, every time he said something, he could achieve great improvement.

However, the experience gained from group classes like this is much less.

This is not the key point. The most important thing is that after 20 experience points, the improvement becomes particularly slow.

Feng Qin quietly shook his head left and right, his eyes roaming from side to side, without moving a step.

Ten minutes passed in this glance.

Five senses: seeing (28/100)

Experience points only increased by 8 points.

Feng Qin had already seen through the wooden stakes hidden on both sides.

While everyone was still looking for the hiding place of the wooden stake, he had already discovered...

These wooden stakes are not the same as the ones he used to practice instant striking.

Rather than calling it a "pile", it is better to call it a "wooden man".

They have limbs, facial features, and even their finger joints can be changed.

During these ten minutes, Feng Qin observed their positions, the direction of their Qi flames, and then observed every detail about them.

It was not until twenty minutes later that Feng Qin dared to be sure... this was the wooden man!
They are pulled by hidden strings and can be moved in various positions.

These twenty wooden men seem motionless, but if Wu Weigao wants, he can turn them into twenty "living people".

Hidden lines...are really beyond imagination.

What Feng Qin is most interested in about the Tang Sect right now is not the Qi poison or the instant attack... it is the hidden line that is looked down upon by everyone!

With this technique, even if you are fighting against someone who is familiar with your methods, you can still kill him by surprise.

Because of this hidden line, there are too many changes and the usage is difficult to understand.

The more Feng Qin looked, the more interest appeared on his face.

Wu Weigao, who was watching Feng Qin from behind, narrowed his eyes and murmured:
"That shouldn't be the case... Zhang Wang told me that he had never learned any of the basic Tang Sect skills, such as [Five Senses] and [Skillful Hands]..."

Even though he didn't move at all, Wu Weigao could tell that Feng Qin was on the right path and had not taken any wrong turns.

Twenty-five minutes later, the first disciple Zhou Wenhao had completed the entire journey.

Because the rules of this exercise were that one was not allowed to step back, turn around or look back, he only noticed after he finished that Feng Qin had not moved at all until now.

Seeing this kind of behavior, Zhou Wenhao couldn't help but stand there in a daze.

He didn't dare look down on Feng Qin.

The Tang Clan is a large sect, and many of its disciples are children of famous noble families. Some of these children's fathers are the presidents of certain conglomerates, with a net worth of billions.

But in the Tang Sect, there is no possibility of any preferential treatment, and everything depends on your strength.

Therefore, there can only be one reason why so many stories about Feng Qin spread in the Tang Sect: [He is a genius].

That's why he couldn't figure it out.

Why can't a genius take a single step forward?

Even he was able to take a step forward during the first class. Although he did not find any wooden stakes the first time, he could vaguely sense that there was something strange around the dense forest.

As Zhou Wenhao finished first, the ten people following him also completed their homework one after another.

Before they could, they complained that the stakes were hidden too deep.

When he turned around, he had the same expression as Zhou Wenhao.

Everyone was stunned.

Feng Qin…didn’t move at all?
"Has he not moved?"

"Nonsense, the heel is the starting line, he has just stepped into the dense forest."

"What's going on...Are you afraid of losing face?"

"What the hell, he's in the top 16. How many people in the Tang Sect may not even get one chance in their lifetime?"

"Too much idol baggage?"

"possible……"

Ten people talked at once, discussing Feng Qin.

Everyone shared the same idea as Zhou Wenhao: the other party was a genius, there was no doubt about it.

But no matter how talented you are, you still have to move, right?

He was standing there motionless, maybe because he was too proud and thought everyone was watching him make a fool of himself. "Why are you all standing there? Hand over your paper and pen. It will be at most 30 minutes. If you haven't finished by then, you can turn around and go back."

No one has ever stayed in this dense forest for more than thirty minutes.

It can be said that before Feng Qin, there was no need to even mention this rule.

Everyone glanced at Feng Qin and handed the paper and pen in their hands to the teacher.

The time came to twenty-seven minutes.

There are three minutes left until the mandatory end.

Behind Feng Qin, the eleven people and Wu Weigao were all looking at him.

Some people were curious whether he was planning to hand in a blank paper, while others wondered whether he was unable to humble himself and attend classes with a group of "ordinary students".

Only Wu Weigao was curious about what kind of amazing answer this disciple of Zhang Wang would give.

Last two minutes.

Feng Qin moved.

Holding the pen in the right hand and spreading the paper with the left hand, the white noise of the pen falling cleared away the irritation caused by everyone waiting.

As soon as the pen touched the paper, there was no noticeable pause, and it seemed as if he had written with great confidence.

Then, Feng Qin took two steps forward, raised his head slightly, and immediately lowered his head and began to write carefully.

Just after thirty minutes, the sound of writing stopped and everyone came back to their senses from the white noise. They saw Feng Qin standing in front of Wu Weigao and respectfully handing him paper and pen with both hands.

"Teacher, next time I will definitely bring my own paper and pen."

“Well, we don’t care about that.”

Wu Weigao waved his hand, signaling him to return to the team.

The classes for extraordinary people are different from those for ordinary people.

If you don’t bring paper and pen, then you don’t bring them. If you don’t practice after class, then you don’t practice.

When it comes to spiritual practice, one's own mentality is particularly important, and strength will never lie.

Those who are gifted don’t need to practice much after class and can still be so terrifying.

Tao Tao is a typical example.

The Tang Sect never cared about such trivial matters. It didn't matter if they didn't bring paper and pen. If they really didn't have any, they could just dictate it orally.

Feng Qin stood back in the line, and all eleven students corrected their loose standing postures, and all eleven pairs of eyes were full of curiosity.

I have only taken two steps. What can I write?
Wu Weigao glanced at him quietly, his expression calm and composed, without any ripples.

At first glance, everyone's first reaction was that Feng Qin's answer was extremely ordinary, even mediocre.

Otherwise, why didn’t the teacher show any surprise?

He simply placed Feng Qin's answer sheet on the last page.

Then he raised his head and said:
"Zhou Wenhao discovered the most, 11. The deviation in position was within one body length. He performed well..."

Later on, the other four disciples who had learned the [Qi Eye] stage reached levels 7 to 9 respectively.

There is a big gap between him and Zhou Wenhao.

As for the other 6, their scores were all below 7, and some even had deviations of more than a body length. They could only barely circle their approximate positions and could not accurately determine a single point.

Some people are happy about this result, some are sad, and some... remain silent.

It was Zhou Wenhao. He was very curious about what kind of answer Feng Qin gave.

Wu Weigao finally turned to the last page.

"Feng Qin...found three."

There was a burst of exclamations from all around, and everyone looked at Feng Qin with a little surprise.

In the first class, three wooden stakes were found...which was far more than the eleven of them.

The starting point is so high, how could it be possible that a blind cat would catch a dead mouse?

To be honest, one of the six people just filled in a random answer in an attempt to get away with it.

Zhou Wenhao's eyes also flickered, he was surprised but not surprised at the same time.

Now it seems that he is better than everyone else, but...not as good as rumored, at most he is just excellent.

Before he could finish, Wu Weigao added calmly:

"Three piles, none of them..."

"The slightest deviation."

　Woo woo woo, fellow brothers and sisters, please be gentle with my scolding. This is the first time I’ve written a book, and I’m getting better and better!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)