I Can Enhance My Talents Using Unlimited Skill Points

"Are you Yue Yangpeng?" Chen Yiming asked. He had seen the photos from the intelligence, but the photos were only 90% similar to the real person, so he confirmed it aloud.

The other party did not respond to his words.

A crater with a diameter of two meters exploded under Yue Yangpeng's feet, and he rushed forward in vain, punching Chen Yiming in the face.

There is a cylindrical metal formation on his forearm, and the extra weight can increase the lethality of the fist.

The entire arm, including the fist, is covered with a layer of khaki-yellow rock, which is transformed by Yue Yang Peng's inner strength.

When the strong wind pressure came, Chen Yiming looked calm and raised his hand calmly.

A single warrior-level opponent at the same level as him, after adding a level 1 indestructible body talent, he didn't feel any pressure at all.

Compared with him, whether it is the strength of inner strength, battery life, attack distance, etc., the gap is not small.

Boom!

The fists and palms met, and the inner strength of both sides exploded at the same time.

The silver light and yellow light drowned the figures of the two people, and the Yue family who came from a distance looked away one after another.

In the next moment, a figure flew backwards and flew out.

The figure was Yue Yangpeng, who was nearly three meters tall and three times as big as the masked man.

The nearby Yue family members looked up at the figure in mid-air, their voice stuck in their throats, and they were stunned by shock.

After a few seconds.

Yue Yangpeng smashed hard on the ground from mid-air, then flew up again, hitting a concrete pillar three or four times in a row before stopping.

At this time, Yue Yangpeng's face was pale, and there was no trace of anger on his face.

The khaki-yellow rock layer covered by his right arm has cracks and cracks everywhere on the surface, and there are round holes the size of pinholes.

The palm covered by the khaki rock layer, the skin surface is bloody and bloody, has been released from the clenched fist, and is constantly shaking.

"I didn't expect you to come out by yourself." Chen Yiming walked towards Yue Yangpeng and stated as he walked.

The reason why he aimed at the treasure house of the Yue family was because he was not sure to find Yue Yangpeng himself directly.

Yue Yangpeng's whereabouts cannot be known by ordinary Yue family servants. As long as he is determined not to hide, it will be difficult for Chen Yiming to find him in a short time.

Now that the right master has been found, things have become much simpler. Chen Yiming's goal is always the follow-up cultivation method of the Warrior Realm.

"Who are you?" Yue Yangpeng asked hoarsely.

He just sat there, not planning to get up and escape. Chen Yiming's blow just now directly shattered his confidence.

In addition, he can't leave the range of Yue's villa casually, otherwise the military will decide that he is absconding in fear of crime, and will definitely send warriors to encircle and suppress him.

"The person who borrowed your Qiankun Yishanquan." Chen Yiming went straight to the point.

Hearing this, Yue Yangpeng's face was as black as charcoal, and his intact left hand clenched tightly into a fist, which was quickly covered with a layer of earth-yellow rock.

"One more fight?" Chen Yiming asked in surprise.

"You..." Yue Yangpeng swallowed his words. He exhaled, and his left hand returned to its original shape.

Continuing to do it would only be self-defeating, and Bai was severely beaten.

If he was seriously injured, he would never have a chance to escape from Donghu City.

"It's impossible." Yue Yangpeng directly refused, without any intention of negotiating.

The exercises below the martial arts level can be copied at will, except for the most critical artistic conception map, because the content here is only related to the supporting moves of the exercises.

The artistic conception map is similar to the works left by the masters of painting, except that the most original version of the artistic conception map is obtained from the body of a different world creature, and it is naturally a work of nature.

A painting master who specializes in this way can copy the original artistic conception map to a certain extent.

As for the cultivation method of martial arts, I have never heard of anyone who can copy it.

All in all, the higher the corresponding realm, the exercises are almost all isolated copies. Once given out, it is equivalent to digging the foundation of the family.

Just as Chen Yiming was thinking about how to knock Yue Yangpeng's mouth open, there was a sound of footsteps.

The visitors were a young man in his twenties and a beautiful woman in her thirties.

The young man's face was full of anxiety, and his body was as muscular as a cow, like a miniature version of Yue Yangpeng.

The beautiful woman looked worried and was wearing loose sportswear, but her perfectly proportioned figure was still faintly visible.

"Dad, who is it..." Yue Jingtian rushed out from the corner of a house.

He saw a masked man standing more than one meter away from Yue Yangpeng, looking down at Yue Yangpeng who was sitting on the ground. Yue Yangpeng opened his arms weakly, leaning against the stone pillar, looking like he was being slaughtered.

His voice was almost like a roar from the beginning, and gradually became smaller until it disappeared.

"Yang Peng." Concubine Mo Yan followed Yue Jingtian half a meter behind, and immediately closed her mouth after calling out her name.

The whole family appeared neatly in front of Chen Yiming.

"How is it now?" Chen Yiming asked.

Yue Yangpeng, who was a martial artist, was so threatened that he trembled with anger.

He simply turned his head to the side and closed his eyes as if he didn't hear.

Not far away, Yue Jingtian and Concubine Hemo Yan saw this, but they didn't know their appearance, and the masked man grabbed Yue Yangpeng.

The two were both regretful and terrified at the same time. Yue Yangpeng, who was in the martial arts realm, sat on the spot and did not dare to resist. A young quasi-martial artist and a beautiful woman who had lost her martial arts after marriage had no choice but to worry.

"I promise to only borrow it once, and then return it to you on the spot," Chen Yiming promised.

The Qiankun Yishan Fist is a boxing method that doesn't match Chen Yiming. He just wants to refer to it for the follow-up training method of the Warrior Realm.

Just like he used to refer to Feiyu swordsmanship before, he wanted to know how to go about the road ahead.

At this time, the vicinity of Shishan was quiet, except for Chen Yiming and Yue Yangpeng's family, the other Yue family members disappeared.

After hearing this, Yue Yangpeng didn't believe it at all, and kept his eyes closed.

He had a plan to procrastinate in his mind, and hoped that external forces would intervene.

It would even be best if several parties could fight, and he would be able to escape with his family while taking advantage of the chaos.

Chen Yiming saw that the other party looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, and turned to look at Yue Jingtian.

Across three or four meters, a piercing inner strength was shot.

There was a ripple in the air, Yue Jingtian didn't react at all, and was hit on the chest by the inner force.

The whole person bent into a half moon, flew upside down, hit the rocky mountain, and bounced back to the ground.

With this palm, Chen Yiming controlled the strength of his inner strength, which had almost dissipated when he hit Yue Jingtian, and it was not for killing people.

"Heaven!" Concubine Mo Yan yelled loudly, and ran over to help Yue Jingtian up, only to find that he was not dead but seriously injured, "Stop, I know where the boxing score is."

The boxing score that Yue Yang Peng Ning died to protect was easily explained by Concubine Mo Yan.

"You... The Yue Family was ruined by you." Yue Yangpeng glared at Concubine Mo Yan.

"Hurry up." Chen Yiming urged. He was pressed for time, about five minutes had passed since his fight with Yue Yangpeng, and time was not on his side.

Concubine Mo Yan didn't talk too much nonsense, after laying Yue Jingtian flat, she ran away all the way.

A gust of wind blew by, and many leaves fell to the open space in front of the stone mountain with the wind, making a rustling sound.

Less than five minutes later, Mo Yanfei returned with a book of boxing.

"Give."

Chen Yiming took the boxing manual and quickly flipped through it.

He just glanced over the previous fist moves, these moves were worthless to him.

When he turned to the last page, he stopped.

The page in front of him was not ordinary paper, but a shell similar to a tortoise shell. The surroundings of the shell were filled with paper to the same size as the previous page.

He glanced at the pattern on the shell from top to bottom, and knew that this was the artistic conception of this boxing technique.

Quickly turn to the next page. The content of this page is to explain the drawing sequence of the artistic conception map, which is of no value to him.

Continue to turn the pages, only to find that the last page has been reached.

The back of the penultimate page on the left is the final content, and the last page is a white paper for protection.