With the medicine, he returned to his residence and found that Ye Qingwu's room light had gone out. Yan Yin did not stop and came to Lingyun Peak.
The lights were still on in the room. When he walked in, Pangdun and Xu Houzi were sleeping together. He carefully placed the medicine beside Ling Yunfeng, blew out the candles, closed the door, and Yan Yin ran towards the beach.
He is still fighting the sea. In the past half a month, he has made significant progress.
When the first ray of sunlight in the morning hit Yan Yin's eyes, it was also the time when the tide slowly receded.
Wearing soaked clothes, Yan Yin sat cross-legged on the beach, regulating his breath and meditating. This time of every day is when he rests and also when he recovers.
It took about two hours before Yan Yin let out a long breath and slowly got up, then rushed towards the academy.
When she returned to her residence, Ye Qingwu had already gone out. She was different from Yan Yin and often went to listen to the teacher teach martial arts and techniques.
After getting some food at will, he went to the bamboo forest to slap Canghai seven punches for a while.
With his fist, Yan Yin practiced the art of taking off and flying, his body was like a long dragon and his figure was like a flowing light. He shuttled and walked in the bamboo forest.
At the beginning, you will occasionally hit the bamboo because you can't control the speed and the rotation changes of your true qi. Later, after you gradually become proficient, you can already travel through the bamboo forest freely.
The wind blew and the clouds were flowing, and the bamboo was quiet. When I returned to my residence, I had no time to rest. I saw Ye Qingwu jogging in panting. Her delicate pretty face was slightly rosy, and a drop of fragrant sweat quietly climbed up to her cheeks.
"Fang Yin, your game is about to begin, my sister asked me to notify you," Ye Qingwu said anxiously with a hint of nervousness.
Yan Yin was stunned and then remembered that he had participated in the preliminaries. He nodded and Yan Yin said, "Okay, I'll go when I change my clothes."
I went back to my room and changed into a refreshing set of clothes, went out and called Ye Qingwu and headed towards the martial arts venue.
Martial arts venue.
The crowds were filled with noises, and when you looked around, there were dark heads. In the audience, there were endless cheers and cheers. Some were emotional, some cursing loudly, or groups of people were talking.
Looking around for a while, Yan Yin did not see the familiar figure. He turned around and looked at Ye Qingwu behind him and said, "Qingwu, where is your sister?"
Ye Qingwu gasped for a few moments, pointed to a place with a lot of people, and said, "There are so many people around her. Last night, my sister went to our place, but Brother Fang, you were not here at that time."
Nodded, Yan Yin knew why Ye Qingchen went there. Yesterday, he heard the conversation between Ye Qingchen and Mo Xuan. However, he did not come forward at that time.
Grasping Ye Qingwu's hand, Yan Yin took her to Ye Qingchen.
Yan Yin has a very strong figure and does not look like a seventeen-year-old boy. He has long black hair, his clear and resolute face, and his sword eyebrows and starry eyes. Because he has lived in the Yanyun Mountains for a long time, his skin looks a bit yellow. However, these cannot cover up his unique temperament at all.
He opened a path from the crowd with one hand, some looked resentful and some were glaring. However, after seeing Yan Yin, they chose to give in.
Although he rarely appears, it does not mean that no one knows him.
When she came to Ye Qingchen's side, she was whispering something to a woman.
He let go of Ye Qingwu's hand and let him run to her sister. Yan Yin looked at the field.
Two warriors using long swords were fighting, and the scene was very spectacular. The sword energy was scattered and the cold light flashed. Amid the light shouts, the sound of gold and stones of the long swords were accompanied by the sounds of gold and stones.
"Qingwu, you are here." Ye Qingchen saw Ye Qingwu and looked at Yan Yin again and said, "Fang Yin, come, the next game will be your game."
Yan Yin nodded, he had seen it. On the left side of the ring, there was a huge wooden sign next to an old man. It said "Fang Yin-Chenxu".
"Is this the benefactor you mentioned?" The woman who had talked to her before turned around and looked at Yan Yin, and said in surprise, "Isn't this Fang Yin, who is known as the King of Power in the academy?"
The woman was about to be young, with her long flowing hair draped in her shoulders. She wore a long red dress with a rosy complexion and looked at Yan Yin with a pair of almond eyes with a smile. The woman was not very beautiful, but she was very attractive. Her eyebrows were very slender, even a little light.
Yan Yin glanced at the woman, then looked at Ye Qingchen and said, "Thank you for helping Yunfeng find justice to Mo Xuan, but I have already handled his affairs."
Ye Qingchen was stunned, then smiled and said "Okay"
Yan Yin said lightly, "Do you know who Chenxu is?"
Ye Qingchen looked at the woman beside her and said, "Moe, you know more, you said."
It turned out that the woman in a light red dress was named Mo Ci.
Mo Ci smiled and looked at Yan Yin, saying, "Chen Xu's cultivation is at the level of a general, and his most powerful thing is his gun technique."
"Gun Technique?" Yan Yin was surprised. Although he knew that there were many magic techniques in the world, the most common ones he had so far were swordsmanship, swordsmanship, boxing, and Lin Qing'er's whip technique. As for guns, this was the first time Yan Yin heard about it.
"Yeah," Mo E nodded gently and said, "His gun skills are very powerful. He is the first master of gun skills in the academy, Qiu Jian."
"Qiu Jian!" Yan Yin was stunned. Qiu Jian knew him, an old man. He was in charge of the college test. However, Qiu Jian did not look like a master of gun skills, but rather like an ordinary old man.
Seeing Yan Yin's expression like this, a beautiful arc raised on the corner of his mouth, "Don't you really don't believe it? Haha, in fact, Teacher Qiu Jian's gun technique is very powerful and domineering. But now it is rarely shown that Chen Xu is his disciple. Although he has not learned the domineering of Qiu Jian's gun technique. However, he is talented and combined with gun technique and learned a flowing and agile gun technique - Feng Wu Jiutian."
"Hmm" Yan Yin smiled, "It's interesting. I really want to see his gun technique after hearing what you said."
His eyes were like lightning, shooting into the field.
At this time, the winner was almost decided on the ring. The two warriors who used swordsmanship were evenly matched at the beginning. However, after one person made a mistake once, the other took the opportunity to start to open a visible gap.
Finally, the situation in the field ended with another man shaking away the wrong man with a slight advantage.
"Next game, Fang Yin vs. Chenxu" The old man who hosted the game went up and shouted loudly after the two walked out of the ring, "Two people came on the court quickly. If one side did not go, it would be abstention."
A lively figure jumped into the venue. He was wearing a blue shirt and had an extraordinary figure. The most eye-catching thing was a spear in his hand.
The spear is very strange. It is not made of metal. It seems to be ground from bones. The spear is grayish-white all over, with a faint red color on it.
"It's him, Chen Xu." Mo Ce looked at the ring and said calmly.
Ye Qingchen looked at Yan Yin and said, "Fang Yin, come on."
Ye Qingwu also carefully pulled Fang Yin's clothes and whispered, "Brother Fang, come on."
"Haha" Yan Yin smiled and said, "It's okay, don't worry! I won't lose."
As he said that, he flipped over the fence between the audience seat and the arena, and Yan Yin strode towards the arena.
The audience who were originally staring at Chen Xu looked at Yan Yin.
"It's the fourth brother, he's here." Xu Houzi and Fatton saw Fang Yin in a corner above the audience. Fatton, who was about to inform Yan Yin, also took back his steps and looked at Yan Yin who was walking into the ring.
Chen Xu on the ring was originally enjoying the attention of everyone. When he saw everyone's eyes, he looked at Yan Yin, snorted coldly, kicked the bone gun with his right foot, and held his hands and pointed his fingers horizontally.
Before the competition began, everyone had already felt a very unfriendly atmosphere.
"Qingchen, can you tell me about his character?" Mo Ci looked at Ye Qingchen and asked softly.
Ye Qingchen glanced at Mo E and whispered, "He is a good person, a very powerful person."
Jumping onto the ring, Yan Yin didn't seem to see Chen Xu pointing directly at his bone gun, and said with a smile, "Your gun is very special, it seems to be made of bones."
Chen Xu raised his eyebrows and a proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Hmph, why not tell you that this is made of the spine of the thousand-year-old mountain-swalking beast. It can be curved or straight, and it is very tough."
"Oh, that's it." Yan Yin nodded, and he knew the mountain-swallowing beast. It was recorded in the "Tianxia Zhi" that it was a very huge strange beast, feeding on mountains and rocks, and the largest one could be a hundred feet tall, which was very shocking.
"Let's start! I have heard enough rumors about you. Today, I want to see how powerful you are." Chen Xu's spear shook, and his spirit was condensed in an instant. The bone spear was like a big dragon, and the tip of the spear was like a dragon's head, firmly locking Yan Yin.
Although it is under the attention of thousands of people, Yan Yin cannot use his most powerful boxing technique, Yan's long fist. However, he still has a set of boxing techniques that he has not learned, Canghai Seven Fist.
With a loud shout, Yan Yin's body shook, and a vigorous and thick aura emanated from his body. His qi and blood began to surge, his emotions began to rise, and he began to be excited.
He is just in need of a battle to test his achievements over the years, and Chen Xu will play the role of his experiment.
Chen Xu rushed forward, and his spear shook, like a long dragon swaying, instantly stabbing Yan Yin's head.
The biggest weakness of warriors is the heart and head, and they must be guarded against these two parts.
Seeing this, Yan Yin put his body on one side and pressed his legs down, and he almost avoided Chen Xu's spear. He did not grab Chen Xu's spear without authorization because he felt a trace of danger.
"Feng Wu nodded" Chen Xu shouted lightly, and the spear that failed to hit Yan Yin shook with the momentum, pointing from top to bottom to Yan Yin's face.
With a low growl, Yan Yin clenched his fists and blew out "The waves were shaking the sky!"
The strength of the fist is like a rolling wave, and it suddenly hits Chen Xu. This is the fourth stance of the seven fists of Canghai, which emphasizes the thickness and majesty of moving forward.
A punch was shot out, and everyone present in the surprise eyes, a ray of energy emerged from Yan Yin's body, protecting his body.
Chen Xu's spear hit Yan Yin's protective energy, but it did not break. Yan Yin's fist strength was like a huge wave that could not be avoided, submerging Chen Xu's figure.
With a roar of "drink", Chen Xu pulled back his gun, jumped out of the air, and his black hair flew everywhere.
Yan Yin's attack did not cause substantial damage to him.
After simple contact, the two basically figured out the details of each other. So the battle officially kicked off.
Both sides punched each other with one shot, either fierce and domineering, sharp and thick, or majestic. The ring was covered by simple and fierce moves.
Every punch of Yan Yin was filled with endless atmosphere, and every move was very fierce and domineering. Although there were only seven moves of Canghai’s seven punches, it also gave Chen Xu a great headache.
He could only use his spear technique called Feng Wu Jiutian, and he could both attack and retreat, and did not dare to contact Yan Yin's fist power in substantial way.
Chen Xu, who thought Yan Yin would be exhausted, waited for a long time, but still did not see Yan Yin feeling tired. On the contrary, his spirit became more and more vigorous, and his attacks became faster and faster, and his thickness became more and more magnificent. The entire arena was shrouded by Yan Yin's huge blood.
All the audience could clearly hear the sound of a rushing river coming from the ring.
"It's so amazing, the qi and blood are surging like a river. His physique may have reached a very powerful level."
"Invisibly, using qi and blood to influence other people's minds. If it is a little more powerful, I am afraid that you can use your own qi and blood to mobilize the qi and blood in other people's bodies to rush together. If it is not his strong blood vessels, it is afraid that blood vessels will burst in an instant."
"It seems that there is no suspense in this game." Ye Qingchen looked at the field and said, "His strength seems to be getting stronger and stronger. He is still just a new student, while Chen Xu is an old student who has been studying in the academy for more than three years."
Mo E nodded, then smiled and said, "Sister Qingchen, what do you think of him?"
Ye Qingchen was stunned, then seemed to understand something, a strange thing flashed in his eyes, and a little red glow appeared on his pretty cheeks. Looking at Yan Yin, who was attacking Chen Xu violently in the field, shook his head silently, looked at Ye Qingwu beside him, and gently stroked her hair.
In the field, the battle had reached a height of heat. Yan Yin felt very comfortable all over, and his boxing skills became more and more refreshing. Finally, Yan Yin roared lowly, and in Chen Xu's horrified gaze, he stepped forward and slashed the ring with the black crystal stone, and slapped his spear hard on his spear.
With a casual grab, Yan Yin felt a pain in his palm. When he was frightened, he immediately pulled the spear back, took Chen Xu, who was caught off guard, and kicked him out.
"Boom" Outside the ring, Chen Xu, who was kicked out by Yan Yin, fell to the ground hard. A trace of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
The battle was declared over and Yan Yin won the final victory.
Looking at the spear in his hand, Yan Yin spread his hand open, and saw that his palm was covered with blood, as if it had been pierced by something.