I Can Enhance My Talents Using Unlimited Skill Points

"Is that a photo of you when you were eighteen?" Chen Yiming said calmly with his eyelids twitching.

Concubine Mo Yan took a few steps to the cabinet next to the big bed, stood up a flat photo frame, and said in a low voice: "Yes, there is a big difference between then and now."

"Indeed, he looked much slimmer at that time." Chen Yiming glanced at the photo frame on the cabinet and commented.

Inside the photo frame was a group photo, in which Concubine Mo Yan smiled like a flower, with a camisole on her upper body and red hot pants on her lower body, revealing a pair of long white and straight legs.

Judging from the photos, it was completely in the airport body at that time, which was several levels worse than now.

"At that time, I was the goddess of the Martial Arts Academy in the provincial capital, and the suitors could line up at the school gate." Concubine Mo Yan turned around and said with a smile.

"Unfortunately, that style is not my style." Chen Yiming shook his head and said directly.

"I know." Mo Yanfei replied.

If Chen Yiming likes the pure campus style, there is no chance for her.

She returned to Chen Yiming in a few steps, and said softly: "Wait a minute, I'll go back as soon as I go."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the cloakroom next to him, and locked the door behind him after entering.

Hear the sound of anti-lock.

Chen Yiming's heart skipped a beat, he pulled a chair and sat down.

He could only say sorry to the transport convoy who was waiting for him, and there might be a long delay.

After a few minutes.

There was a tearing sound from the cloakroom first, followed by Concubine Mo Yan's cry for help.

"This skirt is really too long, can you come in and lift it for me?"

There was a hint of temptation in the voice.

Chen Yiming understood, got up and walked to the cloakroom.

Gently push the locked door open and enter inside.

...

A wide area in the west of the city near the city gate.

Most of the logistics and transportation companies in Donghu City are located here.

At this time, more than a hundred large trucks equipped with steel plates were lined up and waited with their engines turned off.

These large trucks are of different styles, and many of them can still see signs of damage on the outside. This is a fleet of temporary repairs made by Donghu City after the air strikes by birds and beasts.

Fang Hongkun and several other persons in charge of this operation sat on the steps in front of a store next to the convoy.

He is the deputy director of the Logistics Department of Donghu City and the general manager of the convoy going to Luoxi City, coordinating all the affairs of this operation back and forth.

Several persons in charge were originally chatting about the post-disaster reconstruction work, but the topic changed to Chen Yiming.

Feng Wenxing looked up at the sun, and took the lead in complaining: "It's almost noon, why hasn't this Chen Yiming come yet, and just made us wait all morning."

Fan Ronghua next to him sighed, and said helplessly, "I've seen too many unreliable folk martial arts geniuses, so it's good to be able to come in the end."

"Should we just wait like this?" Feng Wenxing said angrily.

"Then what else can be done, as long as the strength is strong enough, there are always some privileges." Fan Ronghua spread his hands and replied.

When Feng Wenxing heard this, his face was suffocated.

The news that Chen Yiming had broken through to the realm of a quasi-martial artist after practicing martial arts for nearly a year had spread.

Although Ren Pingsheng, a big man in the second stage of the Martial Artist Realm, didn't take it seriously, only one city guard in Donghu City dared to say such a thing.

Other military and civil warriors in Donghu City are all optimistic that Chen Yiming will become a force in the new generation of warriors in Donghu City in the near future.

That's why Hong Yi, the big man in charge of the affairs of Donghu City, came to visit in person. Wan Rong, the current owner of the Mantis Sword Hall, doesn't care about the indirect cause of Lin Yixuan's death, and wants Chen Yiming to take over as the owner.

"Shut up all the grievances, people are coming." Fang Hongkun said lightly.

The tone was majestic, and there was no room for any doubts from his subordinates.

Feng Wenxing took a deep breath. He knew that the most important thing was to bring back the support materials smoothly, so he could only suppress his emotions back to the bottom of his heart.

At this time, a mile or two away, a figure walked towards him.

The person who came was Chen Yiming who sneaked back to Donghu City and put on a practice uniform.

He sighed from the bottom of his heart, blaming Concubine Mo Yan for being too enthusiastic, he couldn't hold it back for a while, and was delayed for several hours.

The two sides met soon.

As soon as he came up, Chen Yiming took the initiative to apologize and said: "I suddenly got inspiration when I was sketching the artistic conception, and I forgot the time all of a sudden."

"It doesn't matter, we will eat lunch on the road, and the time will not be lost much." Fang Hongkun laughed.

His tone was gentle, not at all like the other leaders who ordered him just now.

When Feng Wenxing, who was next to him, heard it, a sense of grievance suddenly came to his heart.

How long it takes to eat lunch is dozens of times less than a morning.

But his own minister didn't blame Chen Yiming for being late, instead he took the initiative to help him find a step down.

"The convoy should drive as fast as possible on the road." Chen Yiming said directly.

At the same time, the villain in the spiritual world turned into a black mist, and the black mist spread out, like a dark and terrifying world.

This is the image of the artistic conception of the Mantis Sword Technique, which he learned in seconds after snatching it from Lin Yixuan.

After cultivating a trace of black mist inner strength in the body, it was released on the palm, and the whole palm suddenly became pitch black.

This was planned on his way here.

After mastering the shape change of inner strength, there are not many who can threaten his life. It is time to appear in front of the stage as a martial artist.

With status, it will be more convenient for him to plan his training, whether it is integrating intelligence forces, or finding sword manuals and follow-up training methods.

Seeing this, Feng Wenxing felt that his heart was about to stop beating.

It was dark before his eyes, and he fell backwards.

"Huh?" Chen Yiming glanced at it.

Putting his hands down, the demonstration strike he had just prepared was unexpectedly interrupted.

Fan Ronghua was the first to react and reached out to catch the back of Feng Wenxing's head.

"Heatstroke?"

The other people next to him reacted immediately, and hurried over to help him sit up.

"Why did you faint all of a sudden?" Chen Yiming said in surprise.

The physical fitness of a martial arts practitioner is not comparable to that of ordinary people. Compared with him, he may not have much achievement in martial arts, but he should not be so fragile.

Fan Ronghua, who knew the reason, helped him out and said, "He has hypoglycemia, probably because he forgot to eat breakfast, and the sun is too hot at noon."

Chen Yiming nodded.

Although it still feels a little strange, such a small thing is not worth the brainpower to think about and forget about it in the blink of an eye.

"Fan Ronghua, find someone to take Feng Wenxing to the hospital, and we'll go straight away." Fang Hongkun arranged without changing his expression.

"No problem. After I settle the people down, I'll go on the road with the last big truck." Fan Ronghua replied.

After more than a hundred large trucks set off, they need to register and pass through the city gate one by one.

During this period, every large truck has to go through countless stops, starts and stops, and it takes at least ten or twenty minutes to get out of the city.

After dealing with the unexpected turmoil, Fang Hongkun led Chen Yiming into the back seat of an off-road vehicle.

The convoy was led by off-road vehicles, and large trucks were lined up one by one, driving on the highway and heading towards the city gate.

Seen from a distance, the convoy looks like a long dragon with two or three miles between the end and the end.

In the end, it took nearly half an hour, a little longer than expected, and all the large trucks left the city smoothly.

Then, the convoy set off along the provincial road.

Along the way, I will enter several cities to replenish fuel. It is estimated that it will take three or four days to reach the city of Luoxi across a distance of nearly 2,000 kilometers.

...

The first day, eight o'clock in the evening.

It was getting dark and the sun had already set.

The convoy arrived at the expected parking place, and everything went smoothly on the way.