The sea Lang is shocking, Lang flowers roll stones, and under the boundless and vast galaxy, I only see a silver line horizontal in front of me.

This is the other side of the sea that Yanyin sees in the daytime, a magical scene, a wonderful picture.

However, at this moment, Yan Yin didn't have time to appreciate these, he had to find someone. He was looking for the middle-aged man, his master.

His eyes were like electricity, searching the beach for the figure he wanted to find. Looking far away, Yan Yin searched hard, and he ran around on the beach.

Although the middle-aged man asked him to wait here, Yan Yin didn't know if he had arrived. If you arrive, you need to find it first.

After searching for half an hour, Yanyin searched for more than ten miles of the coastline, but did not see the familiar and unfamiliar figure.

Returning to the original place, Yan Yin thought for a while, and her eyes lit up.

After a while, a fire lit up on the shore. The raging fire illuminates the boundless darkness and also brings open fire to guide the way.

Just as Yan Yin threw the last bit of wood into the fire, a voice suddenly came into his ears, "Come with me"

Hurriedly turned around, only to see a slender figure with his back to him, heading towards the south of the coastline.

Yan Yin quickly followed the pace and quietly followed behind him.

After a while, the figure took Yan Yin to a relatively quiet and sheltered pile of rocks. There is a rocky wall in front of it, and a broken wall in the back. After the erosion of the sea, the broken wall has become craggy and strange. Most of the rocks here are tumbling down from the broken walls.

"In the future, you will cultivate here" The figure turned around, it was the middle-aged man in the daytime, he looked at Yan Yin, and said, "You have learned all my boxing moves, but there are some things that you haven't learned yet." As long as you cultivate here for a year, then you will be able to figure out many places. ”

"Yes, Master," Yan Yin nodded earnestly.

"Hmm" The middle-aged man said indifferently, "My surname is Yan, my name is Haoran, from today onwards, you will practice with me every night!"

Yan Yin's heart moved, he didn't expect his master to be surnamed Yan.

Glancing at Yan Haoran, Yan Yin felt uneasy. I don't know if he is a member of the Yan clan of the Yanyun Mountain Range. If this is the case, then the relationship between them is a family relationship.

But if not, if Yan Yin says who she is, I am afraid that she will suffer an unwarranted disaster. After all, Yan's Changquan is not a few people who will know it today. But there are only a few people whose surname Yan knows Yan's long fist. If someone wants to investigate, they can quickly find out Yan Yin's identity.

Fortunately, Yan Yin did not reveal her identity, but nodded and said, "Okay, Master"

Yan Haoran's robe shook, and he stood in front of the broken wall, among the rocks. The horse staired, and then stopped moving. He didn't speak, he didn't make any other movements, like a stone man.

Seeing this, Yan Yin didn't think much about it, and stood beside Yan Haoran and took a horse step. His horse steps were not as wide as Yan Haoran's, his legs were very wide, his fists were closed, and he was bent down. Instead, the arms are stretched forward, and the toes between the legs are about half a step apart, and they are firmly tied.

Although I don't know what the use of Zama is like this, since the master has done it, as an apprentice, Yan Yin still does it. Although, Zama is not difficult for him.

The stars dot the endless night overhead, and the moon looks down on the earth like the eyes of the night. The sea is ahead, and it is surging.

On the shore, the big Lang hit the stone and hit the crystal Lang flowers.

Suddenly, Yan Yin felt that something was wrong. He noticed that the sea on the other side seemed to have changed somewhat.

Gradually, he sensed a gust of wind, a gust of wind that was not big, but not small.

The sea was surging, and soon, the coastline began to recede. In a matter of moments, some small stones were already submerged in the sea.

His body was a few very large stones, as tall as an adult. However, at this moment, the sea has already submerged half an inch high.

looked at Yan Haoran, still with an unchanged expression. His eyes were staring at the sea in front of him, as if nothing could shake his gaze.

By this time, Yan Yin finally began to gradually come to her senses. Turning his head, like Yan Haoran, he quietly stared at the sea in the distance, ignoring other things.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Yin felt a little cold in her feet. He knew it was the sea that was spreading up.

Gradually, the water reached his knees, submerging his lower body and reaching his waist.

Due to the buoyancy and surging of the seawater, Yan Yin felt that her horse steps were starting to be a little unstable. At the same time that the secret path was not good, Yan Yin's feet fell into the mud and sand, and his body sank, pressing most of the true qi and qi and blood in his body to his feet and legs, increasing the weight of his lower body.

Although the body is still a little unstable with the impact of the rising and falling water, Yan Yin feels that she can still control it.

At this moment, Yan Haoran's body shook, and an invisible energy surged out of his body. The surrounding sea water was shaken, Yan Haoran shouted, the sound was like a huge roar of Kui Niu, and the sound startled the layers of Bilang.

Under Yan Yin's gaze, Yan Haoran began to practice boxing. The fist is surging, and the fist intent is earth-shattering. Even when the sea water submerged half of his waist, he still played those seven powerful punches as if he were on the ground.

Yan Yin's shoulders have now been submerged by the sea, and his horse steps are already very unstable. Because under the seawater, the undercurrent goes back and forth without knowing the direction, Yan Yin's horse steps are like a duckweed being bound, and her body sways back and forth.

In fact, the force of the sea surging is not great, but the problem is that their strength comes from all directions, and they don't know where to use it or where to block it. In this case, Yan Yin's horse steps began to be chaotic, and his breath began to be less calm and long.

However, seeing Yan Haoran playing his seven-move boxing technique as if he was on flat ground, Yan Yin couldn't help but feel shocked. In such a situation, he can see interference as nothing, such a realm, such an ability, is enough for Yan Yin to study hard.

"Drink" shouted, Yan Haoran's fists were like crystal white jade, exuding an extremely powerful energy. The strength is like a big dragon, gushing out, turning the sea upside down, and the sea is choppy. A huge stone was shattered by his blow. The stone chips in the sky fell into the surging seawater, and the sound of splashing was heard.

"This is the Seven Fists of Canghai" Yan Haoran closed his fist and stood still, turned to look at Yan Yin, "This is my self-created boxing technique, born from the sea." If you want to understand the true meaning of this set of boxing techniques, then you should have a good understanding of the sea!" After speaking, Yan Haoran turned around and left, "You will be here tonight." One day, when your horse steps are stable to the realm where the big lang is inviolable and the wind and rain are not moving, I will teach you how to truly play the power of the Seven Fists of the Canghai."

Looking at Yan Haoran's departing back, Yan Yin nodded secretly. In his eyes, there was no disappointment, there was, endless excitement and perseverance.

He believed that he could do it.

Single-minded and distracted, Yan Yin only thought about how to make her horse steady in the sea water, and didn't care about anything else.

Slowly, he closed his eyes. The mind sank, the breath was calm, the legs were straightened and pressed down, and the weight of the body was poured into the legs. He felt like a rock, not afraid of the ups and downs.

Before he knew it, the sea water had flooded Yan Yin's chin and flooded his mouth. Gradually, it was already at his nose.

And Yan Yin's hands are still spread out under the sea. Although it is difficult and easy to make him uncertain, Yan Yin is not afraid of difficulties, but he is afraid that it will not be difficult.

When the sea water flooded his nose, Yan Yin's breathing had turned to internal breathing. His heart sank into his dantian, making him feel like he was riding a horse on land.

Suddenly, a huge Lang attacked, and in an instant, Yan Yin rushed to the broken wall.

When she opened her eyes, Yan Yin only felt that she was surrounded by water. With the strength of his legs, Yan Yin jumped out of the sea, exhaled a long breath, and fell into the bay that had been covered by the sea.

With his legs bent, his hands spread, and his body tensed, he pressed down the qi and blood of his whole body, surging down the true qi of the dantian.

Before he could stand firm for dozens of breaths, another giant Lang attacked, and Yan Yin was once again overturned by the undercurrent of the sea.

However, he didn't give up and was ready to stand firm again.

This night, Yan Yin spent most of her time fighting with Hai Lang. No matter how firmly he thought he was standing, he would be knocked over by the giant Lang.

However, although Ju Lang is powerful, Yan Yin has a ruthlessness in his heart, he doesn't know anything about this, and he is still ready to Zama again.

Although, his clothes have been scratched by rubbles and are torn everywhere.

When Yan Yin stood firm for the last time, she found that the sea water had begun to recede. Although there is still Hailang, there is no longer any way to do it.

When the sea receded and the beach in the bay was exposed, Yan Yin sat down on the sand limply.

This night, for him, was more tiring than a big battle. He was always on and on the horse, and then he was overturned by the sea, and then he was swept again, and he was overturned again. This back and forth cycle has been at least a hundred times.

After lying on the sand and resting for a while, Yan Yin began to meditate. A little, when the recovery was almost complete, a touch of morning sun slowly rose in the depths of the vast sea.

The blue sea is like a curtain, the sky is shallow, and a red glow rises from the sky. In an instant, endless light surged from all directions of the heavens and the earth, driving away the darkness of the night, and slowly and rapidly spilling the wireless light into the entire land.

The sea and the sky, where the sun rises in the sky, seem to be together. As the morning sun rises, it slowly separates. The morning sun is red, and it instantly dyes half the world.

After a night of fighting with the sea, looking at the beautiful scene in front of her, Yan Yin felt very comfortable. I only felt that my spirit seemed to become full all of a sudden.

Facing the rising sun, Yan Yin began to box. It's still the Seven Fists of the Canghai, but at this moment, it has a new flavor.

The fist intent was endless, and the fist momentum was surging, as if a big Lang had risen around Yan Yin.

The body is athletic, the body is strong, and the handsome, upright and well-defined face reveals a trace of joy.

"Drink, drink, drink!" A clear cheer, accompanied by a move, Yan Yin's spirit and spirit were tightly screwed into everything.

Above the broken wall, a figure quietly looked down.

For a long time, when Yan Yin closed his fist and breathed, he seemed to look back and look up consciously.

It's just that, there, there is only the coolness of the sea breeze.