"Are you Yue Yangpeng?" Chen Yiming asked. He had seen the photos from the information, but the photos were only 90% similar to the real person, so he made a statement to confirm.

The other party did not respond to his words.

A large pit with a diameter of two meters exploded at Yue Yangpeng's feet, and he rushed forward in vain and punched Chen Yiming in the face.

His forearm has a cylindrical metal creation, and the extra weight can enhance the lethality of the fist.

The entire arm, including the fist, was covered with a layer of earthy yellow rocky layer, which was transformed by Yueyang Peng's internal strength.

The violent wind came, Chen Yiming looked calm and raised his hand calmly.

A single warrior realm opponent of the same level as him did not feel any pressure at all after adding the level 1 Immortal Body talent.

Compared with him, the opponent has a wide range of internal strength, battery life, attack distance, etc., and this gap is not small.

Boom!

The fists and palms meet, and the internal strength of both sides explodes at the same time.

Silver light and yellow light drown the figures of the two, and the Yue family members who came from afar looked away.

The next moment, a figure flew backwards and flew out.

The figure is Yue Yangpeng, who is nearly three meters tall and three times that of a masked man.

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

A few seconds later.

Yue Yangpeng smashed hard on the ground from mid-air, threw it flying again, hitting a cement column 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 earth-yellow rocky layer covered with cracked cracks on his right arm is covered with round holes as well as pinholes.

The palms covered by the earthy yellow rocky layer are covered with bloody skin surfaces, and have loosened from the clenched fist-like shape and are constantly trembling.

"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 targeted the Yue family's treasure house was that he was not sure to find Yue Yangpeng himself directly.

Yue Yangpeng's whereabouts are not something that ordinary servants of the Yue family can know. As long as they are determined to hide, Chen Yiming will find it difficult to find someone in a short time.

Now that I have found the main master, things have become much easier. Chen Yiming's goal is always the subsequent cultivation method in the martial arts realm.

"Who are you?" Yue Yangpeng asked hoarsely.

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

In addition, he could not leave the Yue family's villa at will, otherwise the military would determine that he would flee in fear of crime and would definitely send a warrior land to encircle and suppress it.

"The person who borrowed the Qiankun Moving Mountain Fist of your family." Chen Yiming went straight to the point.

When Yue Yangpeng heard this, his face was as dark as charcoal. His intact left hand clenched his fist tightly, and it was quickly covered with a layer of earth-yellow rocky layer.

"I have to fight again?" Chen Yiming said in surprise.

"You..." Yue Yangpeng swallowed his words back to his mouth. He let out a sigh and returned to his original state with his left hand.

Continuing to do something will only bring shame on yourself and be beaten up in vain.

If you are seriously injured, you will never have a chance to escape from Donghu City.

"This is impossible." Yue Yangpeng refused directly, without any intention of negotiating.

The martial arts below the level of the martial arts realm can be copied at will, except for the most critical artistic conception diagram, because the content here only involves the supporting moves of the martial arts.

The artistic conception picture is similar to the works left by the master of Huadao, but the most original artistic conception picture is derived from the living organisms in another world, and is naturally a work of nature.

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

As for the martial arts that go up to the Martial Arts, I have never heard of anyone who can copy them.

In short, the higher the corresponding realm, the almost all the martial arts are. Once given out, it is equivalent to discovering the foundation of the family's foothold.

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

The visitor was a young man in his twenties and a beautiful woman who looked like she was about thirty.

The young man was full of anxiety, his muscles were as strong as a cow, like a reduced version of Yue Yangpeng.

The beautiful woman looked worried and was wearing 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 Yueyangpeng, looking down at Yueyangpeng sitting on the ground. Yueyangpeng's hands were weak and leaning against the stone pillar at the slaughter.

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

"Yangpeng." Concubine Mo Yan followed Yue Jingtian half a meter behind him, and immediately shut up after calling out his name.

The whole family appeared neatly in front of Chen Yiming.

"How is it now?" Chen Yiming asked.

Yue Yangpeng was a warrior realm, and was threatened by others and was trembling with anger.

Just turn your head aside and close your eyes as if you don't hear it.

Seeing this, Yue Jingtian and He Mo Yanfei, who were not far away, did not know that the two of them appeared, and the masked man grabbed Yue Yangpeng.

The two of them were both regretful and frightened at this time. Yue Yangpeng, who was in the martial arts realm, sat there and did not dare to resist. A young quasi-warrior and a beautiful woman who had long thrown away martial arts after marriage had no choice but to worry.

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

Qiankun Moving Mountain Fist is a boxing technique that is not in line with Chen Yiming. He just wants to refer to the subsequent practice methods in the martial arts realm.

Just like when he used to refer to Feiyu Sword Technique, he wanted to know how to walk the road ahead.

At this time, it was quiet near Shishan. 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 still closed his eyes.

He had the intention to delay time in his mind, hoping to have external intervention.

It is even better that several sides can fight, so he can take the family out in the chaos.

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

A piercing internal force was produced between three or four meters.

A ripples swayed in the air, and Yue Jingtian didn't react at all, so he was hit on his chest by internal force.

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

In this palm, Chen Yiming controlled the internal strength and had almost dissipated when he hit Yue Jingtian, not to kill someone.

"Tian'er!" Concubine Mo Yan shouted loudly, ran over and helped Yue Jingtian up, and found that the person was not dead but was seriously injured. "Stop, I know where the boxing script is."

Yue Yang Peng would rather protect his boxing script, which was easily explained by Concubine Mo Yan.

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

"Hurry up." Chen Yiming urged. He was in a hurry. It had been about five minutes since he fought with Yue Yangpeng and he was not on his side.

Concubine Mo Yan didn't talk much nonsense, and then put Yue Jingtian flat and ran away.

A gust of wind blew, and many leaves fell into the open space in front of the stone mountain with the wind, making rustling sounds.

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

"Give."

Chen Yiming took over the boxing score and read it quickly.

He just glanced at the previous boxing moves and skipped them. These moves were of no value to him.

He paused when he turned to the last page.

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

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

Quickly turn to the next page. This page is about explaining the order of the outline of the artistic conception diagram, and it has no value to him.

Continue turning the page and find that it has reached the last page.
Chapter completed!