Under One Person: I am alone, reviving the Tang Sect

Chapter 96: Magical Instrument: Black Turtle Robe

“How on earth did they do that?”

"Why is he sweating so much?"

"I don't understand... Abin caught all the quick shots. Could he be on drugs?"

"…This is just a school-level competition, don't be like this."

……

Amid the discussion, the senior who had lost the basketball game to Feng Qin last weekend also took the initiative to walk up to Feng Qin and stretched out his hand, saying:

"I actually thought you got into the core through connections. It's my fault."

Feng Qin still held the badminton racket tightly in his right hand, and his palm was sweating so much that it smelled a bit, so he wiped his left hand and shook hands with him.

"You are fine, you are very strong, and it was not easy for me to win."

Feng Qin is about to leave the circle of ordinary people, and he doesn't want to become anyone's mental demon.

The path that this group of seniors are going to take next is the journey that he thought he would take at the beginning, so at this moment, Feng Qin is encouraging the seniors and also saying goodbye to his past self.

"At least this time, you can enjoy it."

The senior was still thinking about last weekend’s basketball game, and for a moment they both laughed heartily.

"The calluses on your hands also tell me that you are not only talented, but also work much harder than me. I look forward to seeing you next time."

After saying that, he waved and left, with the determination in his eyes even stronger.

Badminton only requires one hand to hold the racket, but even his left hand has calluses. This incident is undoubtedly a warning to him that instead of suspecting that others have connections or use backdoors every day, he might as well double his training.

As long as you are a genius, you will not be buried, except in football.

Feng Qin withdrew his gaze, feeling that his body had been hollowed out, and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath weakly.

The game is over for them, but it is not over for Feng Qin.

This badminton racket has such a strong suction that I can't get it out of my hand. Even if I just sit on it, the suction won't decrease.

With a snap, a stone knocked the badminton racket out of Feng Qin's hand. Zhang Wang said unhappily:

"Why do you look like you're dying? You felt so relaxed before."

"..."

Feng Qin didn't even have the mood to say anything naughty now. After he found that the badminton racket had slipped out of his hand and the suction disappeared, he just wanted to lie down quietly for a while.

"Why don't you try to use your Qi again?"

"I really don't have a drop left."

Feng Qin raised his hands in surrender with trembling hands. He still had to carry out the commission tonight. Although there would most likely be no progress after the first night, it would certainly not be a bad idea to conserve his energy.

"Come on, hurry up and use your Qi."

Zhang Wang slapped Feng Qin on the forehead mercilessly. The pain was so severe that he dared not rest any longer. He could only sit cross-legged and meditate very reluctantly to activate the exhausted Dantian in his body again.

With this movement, waves of warm currents were felt around, and the previously exhausted Dantian was being nourished bit by bit.

Feng Qin exclaimed, and looked at Zhang Wang with some surprise and confusion.

"What, Master won't just let you suffer, right?"

Zhang Wang saw his shocked expression, his face almost turned upside down, and he said proudly with the corners of his mouth raised without hiding it:
"This is the magical tool [Black Turtle Clothes] invented by your master. As long as you inject Qi into these two wristbands, you can store the Qi in them. This is equivalent to having a [power bank] with you, so you won't encounter danger and lose control of your escape."

Feng Qin's eyes lit up, and he realized that this tights was not meant to embarrass him, but was a treasure bestowed by his master.

Moreover, the operation method is very simple. Even if Zhang Wang doesn’t tell you, you can still figure out how to operate it after a little exploration.

It has only one main effect, which is to store Qi in advance. When it is needed, you only need to draw it directly from the tights. Because it is all self-generated Qi flames, there will be no discomfort or rejection, and it can be used immediately. As for the defensive effect, it is very general, that is, it is relatively tough, and it is not a very good piece of armor.

However, the fact that it can be stored in advance is already a very powerful weapon. This means that in future battles, one can fight with all one's might. Once one finds that one cannot win, there is this power bank to provide the "power" for escape.

There are also disadvantages. The conversion ratio is about three to one, which means that 30% of the Qi flame is consumed and only 10% can be saved. Therefore, it must be stored in advance to be effective.

Feng Qin was so happy that he couldn't let go of it. Even though his body was still as tired as a dog, his state was different and it felt very comfortable to touch.

Zhang Wang hummed twice, "Isn't my name good?"

"Not bad, not bad. It means that the Qi of this garment is as long as the lifespan of a black tortoise."

Hearing that Feng Qin understood the core of his name, his smile became even wider, but he didn't feel happy for long before he heard the next sentence:
"So the Black Turtle Clothes and the Shroud Clothes have similar meanings, right? Ouch."

Feng Qin, who was still immersed in the joy of the black tortoise robe, was hit hard on the forehead by Zhang Wang.

"I think you look like a shroud. Let's go. Study it slowly on your own."

Feng Qin curled his lips, feeling that he was not wrong.

Since it symbolizes longevity, calling it the black turtle will make people have more associations. It would be better to just call it shroud of death. It is so simple and easy to understand, but it is a bit unlucky.

But now is the scientific age, there is no need for so many superstitious remarks.

Feng Qin stopped absorbing the Qi from the black tortoise robe and sat in meditation to restore his energy.

After half a day of competition, the capacity of the Black Turtle Armor was full. It was time to carry out a mission, so naturally he would not touch the stock inside for the time being.

"Hey, are you still cultivating immortality?"

Chen Baihan threw the towel hard and covered Feng Qin's face with it, then said happily:

"Cultivator, you have brought honor to the class, but you will be leaving the class soon. This is the last ripple, right?"

Feng Qin was so happy that he almost forgot that this was the new campus and that there were ordinary people around. He gave up the idea of ​​taking a rest here, stretched his body, skipped the topic of "cultivation" and said:

"You know it's the last ripple. After this competition, I have to go to the old campus."

"Yeah, but it's okay. Although I feel uncomfortable seeing you doing well, as your father, I will still support your growth."

Feng Qin wiped the sweat off his body and then threw the towel on his head.

"Get lost, and stop talking nonsense."

"Wow, it stinks so bad you throw it on my head! If you get bullied in there, don't ask me to back you up."

As the noise and quarrel progressed, the fatigue I felt was relieved a lot.

After resting for a while, he got up and went back with Chen Baihan.

Those who can attend classes at the Tang Sect Martial Arts School, even if they are ordinary people, generally come from decent families. Although there are some poor families, most of them are well-off or above.

Chen Baihan comes from a relatively well-off family, and every time he has a holiday, he has a driver to pick him up and drop him off.

However, he was not the family's dedicated driver, he only picked up and dropped off Chen Baihan on weekends and holidays.

The two got in the car and drove away from the school.

"Hey... why are you out with your classmates? Doesn't that mean you won't "run into" me this weekend?"

Tang Qiushan happened to be sending back several other school leaders who had come to watch the game. When he saw Feng Qin got into the car without even turning his head, he suddenly felt like he was abandoned by his relatives, and the loneliness of an empty-nest elderly person swept over him.

"I can only wrong myself and go for morning tea this weekend."

Loneliness is only a temporary thing, and he has been wanting to relax for a few days for a long time.

(End of this chapter)