Chapter 86 Eleven to Two
Feng Qin shook his sore arms, and the class came to an end.

Later on, Tang Qiushan was teaching the weak boy, and it was the same as the previous [Five Senses·Seeing].

They all break down the entry-level skills into detailed instructions one by one.

From how to tie the line at the beginning, then how to prevent the line from getting tangled, and how to avoid winding the line.

These techniques are no longer of any benefit to Feng Qin.

Like at the beginning, there was the problem of the wires getting tangled.

But after I got the hang of it, I found that I only needed to use Qi and walk along both sides of the hidden line to loosen them.

Even if the problem is deadlocked, this method can be used to solve it.

So after Feng Qin said something to Tang Qiushan, he planned to leave and spend the afternoon practicing on his own.

Before I took a few steps, I heard the tall and thin hidden weapon teacher say:

"Hey, Feng Qin, have you entered the hidden line yet?"

As soon as he heard someone shouting, especially if the other person was a teacher, Feng Qin knew that something bad was going to happen.

"No, no, I have to practice hard before I can even say I've gotten started."

Among peers, you can be a little more high-profile, so as not to appear hypocritical and artificial.

But it is better to be low-key in front of the teacher. No one wants to be chosen to perform while bragging about being able to break rocks.

"Isn't that perfect? ​​These people also need to practice well. You are classmates, so why not practice together?"

"..."

Looking at the eleven people in front of the teacher, their bright eyes.

Feng Qin felt a chill on his back.

"I can practice... but, how can I deal with a group of people by myself?"

"How could this happen? How can I, Fang Zirui, allow such an unfair thing to happen?"

Fang Zirui is the name of the hidden weapon teacher.

He is a generation younger than Tang Ming and of the same generation as Wu Weigao. After achieving success in his training in the Tang Sect, he stayed in the sect to teach the new students.

Most of the disciples who come out of the Tang Sect have three choices: stay in the Tang Sect as teachers, go back home to inherit the family business, or join Nadutong.

There are also many small choices, but they are individual and do not reach a certain proportion.

Feng Qin thought about his mission of hiding on the line and not being discovered by the target.

When it comes to the word "discover", the target must be a real person.

If you choose those senior brothers from Tangzhong, I guarantee you won’t be able to complete it in one try.

It is better to complete this task now.

So he took the initiative to walk in front of the eleven people.

"How can we compare now?"

"It's definitely not possible for one person to fight against eleven people. How about this, the Hidden Thread Group against the Steel Needle Group!"

"?"

This question mark appeared in the head of the weak young man, because the hidden line group only consisted of Feng Qin and him.

He had just finished the class and had only done the practical exercises twice.

The other side has already started arranging a competition for him.

The one who can practice and then compete after ten days is Feng Qin!

I don’t even have a name yet, so I guess I’m going to get beaten.

Fang Zirui did not give the weak boy or Feng Qin any chance to object.

He immediately announced the rules of the competition:
"Since the competition is about hidden weapons, and the hidden line is special, let's put it this way, the steel needle team will suffer a little."

Fang Zirui pointed to the forest where Feng Qin had practiced the Hidden Line before, and continued:
"Have all the people in the hidden thread group go in first and set up the trap for ten minutes. Only then can the steel needle group enter. During the entire process, only the blunt needles we practiced with can be used, and the hidden threads can also be replaced with fine cotton threads."

"Anyone who is hit by a hidden weapon will be eliminated. Apart from hidden weapons, other skills cannot be used, not even [Xu Bu], and in addition..."

Fang Zirui thought for a moment, "The choice of hidden weapons is not limited. The steel needle group can use hidden wires, and the hidden wire group can also use steel needles!" "Things that are neither hidden wires nor steel needles... can also be used. The only restriction is that they cannot hurt people, they only require that they touch people!"

These rules are stated very fluently, and even the pauses for thought in the middle are very rhythmic.

Feng Qin would never believe that it was a temporary decision.

Most likely, he had thought of this scene when he knew that he had chosen the hidden line.

What was even more unexpected was that Tang Qiushan did not object at all and looked at the two of them with a smile.

"Sparring is beneficial to improving your strength. Both of you have good talents, so give it a try."

The frail boy leaned forward, pointed his index finger at himself, and whispered, "Me?"

As I said before, 99% of those who choose the hidden line do so because they are not confident in their own talents, so they choose the hidden line as a second best option.

Weak young boys are no exception. Now that Tang Qiushan has good talent, he will become the "Ivy League" in 99% of cases.

This made the eleven members of the Steel Needle Group couldn't help laughing.

"Why are you standing there? The countdown has begun."

Fang Zirui didn't give Feng Qin and the weak boy any chance to react. After he finished speaking, he pressed the ten-minute countdown.

While the frail boy was still a little confused and didn't know what to do for the first step, Feng Qin had already taken a hard step and, instead of using the Xu step, ran normally into the woods.

While running, he picked up the cotton thread given by Fang Zirui with his two fingers and stretched it across his back, forming an criss-cross "spider web".

The eleven people could see the cotton thread laid in front clearly, but the clarity became lower as it went further back, and it was difficult to detect unless they got closer.

But even so, the eleven people did not panic at all.

"Xiao Feng, it's the first day of class after all. The teacher told us a long time ago that the most difficult thing about hidden lines is that it's hard to detect when they were set up."

"He threw out the 'Hidden Line' with such fanfare, is he betting that we are not good at physical training?"

Several disciples who were good at using steel needles also had a great understanding of hidden lines.

He is even on par with the weak young man.

The minor's strength is comparable to that of the major, and they do have the pride to point fingers at others.

Of course, the other party was Feng Qin. Although they said this, they did not dare to leave the forest at all.

It is imperative to see through all the hidden clues of the leader, so as to avoid saying big words and being killed unexpectedly as soon as you enter the door.

The main reason why they brag is... to break down the psychological defenses of the weak young boy.

Make them feel nervous and then lose their composure.

Eleven against two. If one kills the weak boy first, it will be eleven against one. Once the pressure is created.

Even a genius would feel panicked.

Most of the disciples who could join the Tang Sect were from wealthy families, with good brains. When they heard a few of them bragging.

The others also followed suit and exerted pressure.

The weak boy naturally knew that the main target of those eleven people was him.

But it's no use trying to figure it out at this moment. I'm really nervous and panicky, and I'll even look at the remaining time from time to time.

In this competition, Feng Qin's goal was to complete the task.

And his goal... is to be eliminated as late as possible.

"Ten minutes to go...Classmates, go meet this "young junior brother"."

Fang Zirui chuckled, the horn of the competition sounded, and eleven figures rushed into the woods.

"You can even think of this kind of competition. How mean."

Tang Qiushan walked to Fang Zirui's side, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Ah... I'll give Feng Qin a little gift when the time comes. To be honest, he is such a huge pressure that it makes the disciples of the same period feel suffocated."

“Let’s give it a try. If we happen to beat Feng Qin, maybe we won’t just look up to this mountain.”

“I’ll try to climb.”

(End of this chapter)