The great master of the new generation of yoga, the descendant of the famous Dragon Leaf Master is named Betishmo. He is the undisputed representative of the new generation of Da Tianzhu martial arts.

Don't mention Shmo's view of the sea by the Indian Ocean.

He had already agreed to the dispatch of the abbot of the Great Leiyin Temple, Master Baye, and for the sake of the overall diplomatic relations between the Great Tianzhu Kingdom and the Great Qing Empire, he would assist Li Xunmeng on behalf of the Tianzhu semi-official to clear the sea.

Before leaving, look at the sea.

His thirteen-fold wave yoga skills, his wave-splitting legs, his turning the tide hand and many other kung fu are mostly practiced in the sea.

On the night when the moon is about to be full, the tide in Diluo Bay is turbulent, and the waves crash on the shore, rolling up thousands of blue waves.

Don't mention Shmo's blood boiled in the chorus of thousands of horses galloping and thousands of drums, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.

His long howl naturally brought out his wave yoga skills, which were more passionate than the sound of nature's waves.

The long howl was like an arrow from the string, piercing through the clouds and cracking stones, straight up to the nine heavens, bursting above the nine heavens, exploding one after another dazzling sparks, pouring down towards the big bay all over the world, like a gust of wind and sea rain, and even wrapped the natural sound of the surging sea tide layer after layer, layer by layer tighter than the layer, layer by layer tighter.

Those flying voices also penetrated the waves and sand layer by layer, until they were wrapped in thirteen layers, and through thirteen layers, not to mention Shmo's long howl slowly contracted back like a tongue.

Although the whistling stopped, the aftermath was like the sea turbulent for a long time.

At this time, Don't mention Shmo's state of mind is just like Lin Zexu chanted, 'The sea is boundless to the shore of the sky, and the mountain is the peak'. Don't mention that the wall of Shymour stands on the sandy bank, the air is as high as the pagoda of Weiwei, the majestic looks around, only to see the world surging, only I respect, there is the first in the world, who else is the appearance.

Not to mention Shmo's momentum, if Li Xunmeng is also there, maybe who will help whom.

The heavens, the earth, the sea, and the great Diro Bay are also big, and no matter how big they are, they are also big with me not mentioning Shmo-the ebb and flow of the tide, all centered on him!

Not to mention that Shima was intoxicated with the thirteen-layer world of force of his self, and he was in control, and the feeling of complete control was so intoxicating to him.

He couldn't get drunk for long. Soon, in the sound of his own tide, several strange sounds were clearly heard.

It wasn't his voice, it was like a few coughs coming from a grand symphony, or like someone slapping a mosquito in the emperor's song and dance feast.

Don't mention that Shhimo doesn't have to look back to know who it is.

This man often spoils his interest.

His little junior brother Budroso, Shi Ran, walked slowly from the waves, and no matter how turbulent the waves were, Budroso walked without ups and downs at all.

But he was like wandering by a blue stream full of flowers.

The Indian Ocean is a big world for Bentishmo, but it is small for Budraso, which is a very different perspective.

Boudrosso walked on the waves, as if he were walking on the ground, and his feet were silent, and the strange sound came from his mouth.

With every thirteen steps, Boudrosso pouted his lips.

The sonic power of interstitial needles can be discordant every thirteen steps.

The gentle sound of the lips can actually be squeezed out of the monstrous tide and transmitted into the ears of Betishmo, which shows that his martial arts are also extraordinary.

"Senior brother, your kung fu has grown so fast, your dragon and cicada singing, the heavens and the earth are powerful, if it weren't for the power of the sea to borrow, you almost blew me into the water to feed the fish and turtles. "It's a compliment, but he's not a tongue, it's a mouth.

"Senior brother, come over quickly, don't laugh at being a brother, you can tell me anything about it. ”

Budrosso seemed to be a world away, but it was only two sentences to reach within a nautical mile.

Budrozso stopped leisurely, he would not be very close to Bettishmo, less than a nautical mile, this distance was the delicate relationship between the two.

The sea was washing, and the waves were higher than people's heads, but they couldn't drown his gray and white shoes. He stood in the waves with a smile, fat and white, with big ears, dressed as a monk, a master in his thirties, but his expression was like a three-year-old oversized porcelain doll.

His conversation was different.

"Senior brother, you should stay away, and you won't come to say goodbye to my junior brother, won't you give me a chance to cry?"

Not to mention Shima's unhappy face, the entire vast Dilo Bay seemed to be quiet. Don't mention that Shima is silent, the world seems to have become silent.

Buderosso didn't seem to be aware of it, he wanted to let go without scruples if he wanted to be verbose: "Senior brother, the Great Qing Empire Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the beacon fire is even in the sky and the clouds are in the city, but you have been here for many years, and there are many dangers, this farewell, I don't know if we can meet again, although you have nothing to worry about, if I don't come to see you off, if I don't look at you again, it will be difficult to feel at ease! Senior brother, junior brother, I want to take a closer look at you, and I want to keep you in my heart." Senior brother, all the way to the north, the mountains are hard and the water is slippery, you must not bump it, you go all the way!"

He said that a senior brother who was already the first person of the new generation of Da Tianzhu was like a thin-skinned egg, and his innocent, pure and flawless eyes really looked at Betishhma thoroughly.

How thick-skinned would it have to be for a man to be calm under such a gaze? No wonder Shhimo didn't say goodbye to him.

"Senior brother, don't curse me, since you have promised to leave, even if he returns unharmed, he will not compete with you for anything. ”