The waves shocked the sky, the waves rolled the stones, and under the vast galaxy, a silver thread was seen standing in front of you.
This is the other side of the sea that Yan Yin saw during the day, a magical scene and a wonderful picture.
However, at this moment, Yan Yin had no time to appreciate these things. He wanted to find someone. He wanted to find the middle-aged man, his master.
His eyes were like lightning, searching on the beach for the figure he wanted to find. Looking far away, Yan Yin searched hard, and he ran around the beach.
Although the middle-aged man asked him to wait here, Yan Yin didn't know if he had arrived. If he arrived, he would need to find it first.
After searching for half an hour, Yan Yin had searched for more than ten miles of the coastline, but he did not see the familiar and strange figure.
When Yan Yin returned to the same place, he thought for a while and his eyes lit up.
After a while, a fire lit up on the coast. A raging fire illuminated the boundless darkness and brought about open flames guiding the direction.
Just as Yan Yin threw the last bit of tree material into the fire, a sound suddenly came into his ears, "Follow me."
I quickly turned around and saw a slender figure facing away from him, heading towards the south of the coastline.
Yan Yin quickly followed the pace and quietly followed him.
After a while, the figure took Yan Yin to a relatively quiet and sheltered rock pile. There were rocks in front of it, and a broken wall behind it. After the erosion of the sea, the broken wall has become rugged and strange. Most of the rocks here rolled down from the broken wall.
"From now, you will practice 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 you haven't learned yet. As long as you practice here for a year, you will understand many places."
"Yes, Master" Yan Yin nodded seriously.
"Yeah," the middle-aged man said calmly, "My surname is Yan and my name is Haoran. From today on, you can practice with me every night!"
Yan Yin felt aroused. He didn't expect that his master's surname was Yan.
After looking at Yan Haoran, Yan Yin felt uneasy. I wonder if he was from the Yan clan of Yanyun Mountains. If this is the case, they would be in a family relationship.
But if it is not, if Yan Yin says who he is, he may suffer unrestrained disaster. After all, there are many people who are here today. However, there are only a few people with Yan's surname and Yan's surname. If someone wants to investigate, he can quickly find Yan Yin's identity.
Fortunately, Yan Yin did not reveal his identity, but nodded and said, "Okay, Master."
Yan Haoran shook his long gown, stood in front of the broken wall, among the rocks. He stole the horse and stopped moving. He neither spoke nor made any other moves, as if he was a stone man.
Seeing this, Yan Yin didn't think much about it. He stood beside Yan Haoran and stole his horse. His horse stance was not as wide as Yan Haoran's legs, his fists were tightened, and his waist was bent. Instead, he stretched his arms forward, and his toes were about half a step apart from his legs, steadily.
Although I don’t know what it is to use to prick the horse like this, since the master did it, Yan Yin still did it as an apprentice. Although prick the horse is not a difficult task for him.
The stars embellish the endless darkness above our heads, the moon is like the clear eyes of the night, overlooking the earth. The sea is ahead, surging and surging.
On the shore, big waves hit the stones and made crystal waves.
Suddenly, Yan Yin felt something was wrong. He found that the sea opposite seemed to have changed.
Gradually, he noticed a gust of wind, a gust of not too big, but not too small.
The sea water surged, and soon the coastline began to retreat. In just a while, the sea water had already flooded some small stones.
His body was a few very huge stones, as tall as an adult. However, at this moment, the sea water had already submerged half an inch of its height.
Looking at Yan Haoran, he still had an unchanging expression. His eyes were staring at the sea ahead with bright eyes, as if nothing could shake his gaze.
By this time, Yan Yin finally began to gradually realize something. He turned around and stared at the distant sea like Yan Haoran, ignoring other things.
I don’t know how long it took, but Yan Yin felt a little chilling on his feet. He knew that the sea water was spreading.
Gradually, the sea water reached his knees and drowned his lower body to his waist.
Due to the buoyancy and surging of the sea water, Yan Yin felt that his horse stance was starting to become a little unstable. While he was secretly thinking that something was wrong, Yan Yin's feet were sank into the mud and sand, and his body sank, pressing most of the true qi and blood in his body towards his feet and legs, increasing the weight of his lower body.
Although the impact force generated by the sea water rises and falls, the body is still a little unstable, Yan Yin feels that he can still control it.
At this moment, Yan Haoran's body shook, and an invisible energy surged out of his body. The sea water around him was shocked, and Yan Haoran shouted loudly, like a huge roar of kui Niu, and the sound caused layers of green waves.
Under Yan Yin's gaze, Yan Haoran began to practice boxing. The boxing force was surging and the intention was earth-shaking. As the sea water flooded half of his waist, he still used the seven extremely powerful boxing moves as if on the ground.
Yan Yin's shoulders have been flooded by the sea water, and his horse stance is already very unstable. Because underwater flows back and forth under the sea water, Yan Yin's horse stance is bound like a duckweed, and his body is shaking back and forth.
In fact, the power of the sea water surging is not great, but the problem is that their strength comes from all directions and they don’t know where to use force or where to block it. Under this situation, Yan Yin’s horse stance began to be chaotic, and his breath began to become less steady and long.
However, when Yan Yin saw Yan Haoran playing his seven boxing techniques as if he was on the ground, Yan Yin was shocked. Under such circumstances, he could regard interference as nothing. Such a state and such ability were enough to allow Yan Yin to study hard.
With a loud shout, Yan Haoran's fists were like crystal white jade, emitting an extremely powerful qi. The qi was like a big dragon, gushing out, stirring the sea water to the earth and swaying waves. A huge stone was shattered by his blow. The stone chips in the sky fell into the endless sea water, and the sound of thudding water splashes came.
"This is the seven fist of the Canghai." Yan Haoran closed his fist and stood still, turned to look at Yan Yin. "This is my own boxing technique, born from the sea. If you want to understand the true meaning of this set of boxing, then you can understand the sea well!" After saying that, Yan Haoran turned around and left, "You will be here tonight. When one day your horse stance is stable to the point where the waves are not invaded and the wind and rain are not moving, I will teach you how to truly exert the power of the seven fist of the Canghai."
Looking at Yan Haoran's departure back, Yan Yin nodded secretly. There was no disappointment in his eyes, but some were endless excitement and perseverance.
He believed that he could do it.
With one mind and no distraction, Yan Yin only thought about how to make his horse stance steady in the sea, without caring about anything else.
Slowly, he closed his eyes. His mind sank, his breath calmed down, his legs stretched and his body was pressed down, and all the weight of his body was poured onto his legs. He felt that he was a rock, not afraid of the swelling.
Before he knew it, the sea water had flooded Yan Yin's chin and his mouth. Gradually, it had reached his nose.
Yan Yin's hands were still spread out under the sea. Although this was so difficult and it was easy to make him unstable, Yan Yin was not afraid of difficulties, but he was afraid of not difficulties.
When the sea water flooded his nose, Yan Yin's breathing had turned into internal breathing. His heart sinks into his dantian, making him feel like he was pricking a horse on land.
Suddenly, a huge wave hit, and in an instant, it rushed Yan Yin to the broken wall.
Opening his eyes, Yan Yin felt that he was surrounded by water. With his legs forcefully, Yan Yin jumped out of the sea, took a long breath, and then fell into the bay that had been covered by sea.
Bend your legs, spread your hands, and tighten your body, pressing down the qi and blood in your body, rushing down the true qi in your dantian.
Before he stood firm for dozens of breaths, another huge wave came, and Yan Yin was overturned by the undercurrent of the sea again.
However, he did not give up and was ready to stand firm again.
During this night, Yan Yin spent most of his time fighting with the waves. No matter how steadily he stood, he would be overturned by the huge waves.
However, although the huge waves were so powerful, Yan Yin had a ruthless heart. He didn't even have that at all, and he was still ready to slap his horse again.
Although, his clothes were scratched by rocks and were covered with holes everywhere.
When Yan Yin stood firm for the last time, he found that the sea water had begun to recede. Although there were still waves, he could no longer do anything to Yan Yin.
When the sea water retreated and exposed the beach in the bay, Yan Yin sat limply on the sand.
That night, for him, it was even more tiring than a big fight. He was always slammed by the waves, then slammed by the horse again, and was swelled again. The cycle of this back and forth was at least no less than a hundred times.
Lying on the sand for a while, Yan Yin began to adjust his breathing and meditate. After a little while, when he was almost recovering, a ray of rising 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 emerges from all over the world, driving away the darkness all night, and slowly and quickly spilling the wireless light into the entire earth.
The sea and the sky seem to be together in the place where the rising sun rises in the sky. As the rising sun rises, they slowly separate. The rising sun is red, and instantly dyes half of the world red.
After a night of fighting with the sea, Yan Yin felt very comfortable when he looked at the beautiful scene in front of him. He felt that his spirit seemed to become full all of a sudden.
Facing the morning sun, Yan Yin began to punch. It was still the seven fists of Canghai, but at this moment, it had a new smell.
The intention of the fist is endless, and the fist is surging, as if a big wave is rising around Yan Yin.
A strong body, a strong figure, handsome, tall and distinctive face reveals a hint of joy.
"Drink! Drink! Drink!" A clear shout, accompanied by a move of boxing, Yan Yin's spirit tightly twisted everything.
Above the broken wall, a figure looked quietly below.
After a long time, when Yan Yin closed his fists and adjusted his breathing, he seemed to be consciously looking up.
However, there was only the coolness after the sea breeze blew.