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

The other party did not respond to his words.

A large pit with a diameter of two meters exploded under Yue Yangpeng's feet, and the whole person rushed forward in vain, punching Chen Yiming's face with a punch.

He has a cylindrical metal creation on his forearm, and the extra weight increases the lethality of his fist.

The entire arm, including the fist, was covered with a layer of khaki rock, which was transformed by Yue Yangpeng's internal energy.

When the violent wind pressure came, Chen Yiming looked indifferent and raised his hand calmly.

A single martial artist opponent of the same level as him, after adding a level 1 indestructible talent, he could not feel any pressure at all.

Compared with him, the gap is not small in terms of internal strength, endurance, attack distance, etc.

Boom!

The fists and palms met, and the internal energy of both sides exploded at the same time.

Yin Guang and Huang Guang drowned the figures of the two of them, and the Yue family members who came from a distance all looked away.

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

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

The Yue family members nearby looked up at the figure in the air, their voices stuck in their throats, and they were stunned.

After a few seconds.

Yue Yangpeng slammed into the ground from mid-air, and threw it 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 rock layer covering his right arm is full of cracks and cracks, as well as round holes the size of pinholes.

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

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

The reason why he aimed at the Yue family's treasure house was that he was not sure about finding Yue Yangpeng himself.

Yue Yangpeng's whereabouts are not known to ordinary Yue family members. As long as he has the will to hide, Chen Yiming will be difficult to find in a short time.

Now that the master has been found, things have become much simpler. Chen Yiming's goal is always the follow-up cultivation method in the martial artist realm.

"Who are you?" Yue Yangpeng asked in a hoarse voice.

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

In addition, he could not leave the Yue family villa casually, otherwise the military judged him to abscond in fear of crime, and would definitely send a martial artist to encircle and suppress him.

"The person who borrowed your family's Qiankun Yishanquan." Chen Yiming went straight to the topic.

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

"Do you want to fight again?" 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 will only be self-inflicted, and Bai will be beaten.

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

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

Cultivation techniques below the martial artist level can be copied at will, except for the most critical artistic conception diagrams, because the content here involves only the matching moves of the cultivation techniques.

The artistic conception map is similar to the works left by the master of painting Taoism, but the most original version of the artistic conception map is obtained from the body of another world creature, and it is naturally a work of nature.

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

As for the martial arts of the martial artist, 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 they are given out, it is equivalent to digging the foundation for the family to stand on.

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

The people who came were a young man in his twenties and a beautiful woman who looked like she was in her thirties.

The young man's face was full of anxiety, and his muscles were as strong as an ox, like a miniature version of Yue Yangpeng.

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

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

I 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 was unable to open his hands, leaning on the stone pillar and being slaughtered.

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

"Yangpeng." Concubine Mo Yan followed Yue Jingtian for half a meter, and immediately closed her mouth after calling her name.

The whole family appeared in front of Chen Yiming.

"How is it now?" Chen Yiming asked.

Yue Yangpeng, a martial artist, was so threatened that he was trembling 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 about their appearance, so the masked man pinched Yue Yangpeng.

The two were both regretful and frightened at this time. Yue Yangpeng, who was in the martial artist realm, sat on the spot and did not dare to resist. A young prospective martial artist and a beautiful woman who had lost the martial arts after marriage had nothing to do but to be anxious.

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

Qiankun Yishan Fist belongs to the boxing method and Chen Yiming does not match, he just wants to refer to the follow-up cultivation method of the warrior realm.

Just like the reference to Feiyu swordsmanship before, he wanted to know how to get there.

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

After Yue Yangpeng heard it, he didn't believe it at all, and still closed his eyes.

He has plans to delay time in his heart, and hopes that there will be external intervention.

Even if several parties can fight, he can escape with his family while the chaos is in progress.

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

Across three or four meters, a piercing internal force was fired.

A ripple swayed in the air, Yue Jingtian didn't react at all, and was punched in the chest by his inner strength.

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

With this palm, Chen Yiming controlled the strength of his internal strength. UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com had almost dissipated when he hit Zhongyue Jingtian, not to kill people.

"Tian'er!" Concubine Mo Yan shouted loudly, ran over to help Yue Jingtian up, and found that the man was not dead but seriously injured, "You stop, I know where the boxing score is."

Yueyang Pengning's boxing manual for death protection was easily explained by Concubine Mo Yan.

"You...the Yue family was destroyed by you." Yue Yangpeng glared angrily and glared at Concubine Mo Yan.

"Hurry up." Chen Yiming urged. He was pressed for time. It had been about five minutes since he fought against Yue Yangpeng, and time was not on his side.

Concubine Mo Yan didn't say much nonsense. After laying Yue Jingtian down, she trotted away.

A gust of wind blew, 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 boxing manual.

"Give."

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

He just glanced at the punches in front of him and skipped them. These moves were worthless to him.

When he turned to the last page, he stopped.

The page in front of it is not ordinary paper, but a shell similar to a tortoise shell. The surrounding of the shell is 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 turned to the next page. The content of this page was to explain the order of drawing the mood map, which was of little value to him.

Continue to turn the page and find that you have reached the last page.

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