I Can Enhance My Talents Using Unlimited Skill Points

roadside.

A young girl turned her head frequently, and Chen Yiming immediately pretended to be indifferent, and her chest was even straighter, as if she didn't see it at all.

He secretly said: "Sure enough, people rely on clothes and horses. Before, I always felt that something was missing. It turned out that the hairstyle was too casual."

The heights are extremely cold, and more lonely.

Since he became a military master of Zhen Guo, he has become more and more fond of concealing his identity and blending into the social group, instead of becoming like the ancient emperor, sitting in the center of power and busying himself with government affairs all the year round.

For example, he wants to secretly control Jiangnan Province and even the Great Xia Kingdom, and become similar to the consortium forces in the Western world. Facing the existence of suppressing other township martial artists, the government and military can only give in and cooperate.

At the same time, I also understand why the ancient emperors were willing to take risks and travel as commoners.

He wanted to get his hair cut, and then go to the wilderness area to practice in the deep mountains and old forests for a day. While walking, he turned a corner and went to the park square in Donghu City.

...

The square is very lively.

From time to time, birds in the sky land on the square and get food from some bird lovers.

Many young people compete in pairs, verifying what they have learned with each other, and gain insights from each other's help in checking for leaks and filling in vacancies.

Chen Yiming walked around and found that many people were discussing the name 'Feng Wuji' and what happened to this person.

He pondered from the bottom of his heart: "From the ordinary martial artist to the half-step martial artist, this is faster than me.

Either something similar to Yuan Chengwei happened to Feng Wuji, or the place of trial inspired his hidden spiritual talent. "

The three stages of the Warrior Realm all use the extraordinary power of inner strength. The shape of the inner strength changes and the inner strength merges. The essential difference lies in the depth of control over the inner strength.

The ability to manipulate mental power has reached a level similar to that of a subtle one when the mental power talent is activated, and it is indeed possible to completely control the inner strength soon.

Then there was a rapid qualitative change, the materialization of spiritual power was completed, and he became a half-step martial artist, which stunned the world.

A girl walked up to Chen Yiming, patted him on the shoulder from behind, and shouted, "Senior Brother Chen, long time no see."

Chen Yiming's mental strength had already noticed that the person behind him was Song Shanshan who had followed up with a shameless face when he abducted the talented girl Shen Mengwei back to the mountain gate.

The other party thought he was a disciple of the Wanxiang sect.

He glanced at Song Shanshan and said, "It's you! Alone?"

Song Shanshan nodded and said, "I stayed in the Mantis Sword Hall to practice martial arts. Mengwei passed the examination and entered the Wanxiang Gate to practice."

Chen Yiming hummed and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay, it's okay, isn't this just a coincidence? How can the Devil's Martial Academy be compared with the Vientiane Sect? If it wasn't for your recommendation, Mengwei would be a bright pearl." Song Shanshan looked enthusiastic, and her tone was full of gratitude.

Chen Yiming was silent in his heart. The capital martial arts academy and the magic capital martial arts academy, the two most famous martial arts academy in the Great Xia Kingdom, might have an advantage in competing for talents with the general provincial factions.

But facing the Vientiane Sect with Zhen Guo Wushi as the sect master, the attractiveness suddenly dropped several levels.

"That... I want to ask, is Feng Wuji's deeds true? The place of trial is so magical, it can change people's lives."

Suddenly, Song Shanshan began to play a thick-skinned character, asking with a look of hope.

Chen Yiming coughed and dealt a merciless blow: "It depends on the person. For example, the potential in your body can hold a glass of water, while the potential in Feng Wuji's body can fill a sprinkler car."

The voice just fell.

Song Shanshan froze in place, the hope on her face disappeared in an instant, and the blood faded to paleness.

From the martial artist state to the half-step martial artist state, almost everyone imagines that such a thing will happen to them, and it is inevitable to have a fluke mentality.

Now that glimmer of hope is shattered face to face, uncomfortable, uncomfortable, super uncomfortable.

Chen Yiming also felt that his words were a bit too realistic, so he added: "If you can calm down and practice hard, you may have a chance to glimpse the extraordinary power of inner strength in the future."

These words are not aimless. On the surface, Song Shanshan seems to have limited talent, but she has a good friend Shen Mengwei.

If Song Shanshan relied on herself alone, she would not be able to reach the threshold of martial artist after ten or twenty years of martial arts practice, but with the help of her best friend as an external force, she might not have no chance.

Sometimes, choice is greater than effort, and there is some truth to it.

Watching Song Shanshan leave, Chen Yiming sighed in his heart, the influence of the trial land has expanded so fast that it has risen to the level of discussion among the whole people.

Martial arts has always been the dream of countless young people, but in fact, only a very small number of people actually embark on this path.

This involves spending a lot of time and money, and persevering every day, in the pain of constantly standing still.

And the appearance of Feng Wuji seems to give countless people with mediocre martial arts talents the hope of changing their lives.

Just when Chen Yiming was about to end his wanderings and go to the deep mountains and old forests for daily practice, Wang Ronghui called.

It was briefly mentioned in the phone call that the Southern Anhui Provincial Government intends to invite Chen Yiming, as the speaker of the mediation team, to lead the team to the Qingshan faction to help resolve the internal strife in Qimen and Jianmen.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yiming understood what was going on after thinking about it.

When it comes to the half-step martial artist realm, no one in the Southern Anhui provincial government can talk to Feng Wuji on an equal footing in terms of strength.

You know, Xiao Mingshan, the leader of the sect, died suddenly that night, and no one could figure out Feng Wuji's true character in a short time.

Hastily contacting under the situation of unequal strength, the southern Anhui provincial government is also afraid of causing conflicts between the two parties for no reason.

However, the incident of internal fighting and bloodshed must be resolved. There are not many people who are capable, speak with enough weight, and can spare time. It seems that only Chen Yiming is suitable.

...

Jiangnan provincial government office area, a meeting room.

Chen Yiming was arranged to take the main seat, and a female civil servant in a small suit next to him enthusiastically offered tea.

He said thank you, and the female civil servant was immediately elated and returned with a bright smile.

Sitting around the conference table, there were Wang Ronghui, the leader of the province, Zhu Song, one of the four in Beijing, a young man, and a middle-aged man.

The young man's name was Zheng Hong, and he wore a blue long sword around his waist. He belonged to Zhen Guo Wushi who lived in the south of Daxia Kingdom. Chen Yiming had seen it at the scene of the corpse of the deformed monster before.

The middle-aged man's name is Huang Guangqing. He is the second in command in Southern Anhui Province. He is usually in charge of managing the folk martial arts forces in the province, so he was arranged to take charge of this matter.

"Let me introduce the current situation of the Qingshan School." Wang Ronghui and other female civil servants closed the door and said to Huang Guangqing.

Huang Guangqing nodded, got up and plugged in the storage device for the projector, and clicked the remote control to project top-secret information onto the screen.

The video started to play, showing the scene of the Qingshan School's Qimen Jianmen competition, in which every competition between disciples was recorded.

Judging from the scene, it was obvious that the Jianmen disciples won more than they lost, and most of the Qimen disciples' faces were red and blue, and they were extremely angry.

Huang Guangqing pressed the pause button, and briefly introduced: "Qingshan School Qimen Kung Fu has a longer foundation-building stage, but it also has more stamina. The number of middle-aged and elderly powerhouses is much more than that of Jianmen.

The foundation-building stage of Jianmen's skills is relatively short, and its stamina is much worse than that of Qimen, but the actual combat effect in the early stage is good, which makes up for the gap in the quality of disciples to a certain extent.

It is recorded that before the appearance of the place of trial, in the annual competition between the disciples of both sides, the disciples of Qimen, relying on the advantage of the quality of their students, have never been defeated even though the combat power of the exercises they practiced in the early stage is relatively weak. "

Chen Yiming probably restored in his mind the scene of the Qingshan sect's disciples who were not in the camera.

The Jianmen disciple who returned from the trial ground, relying on his soaring strength, easily abused the Qimen disciple who was at the same level in the past but was more valued.

Once you feel proud, you probably don't have anything good to say, and ridicule, showing off, and eccentricities are inevitable.

The Qimen disciple was very angry, but he couldn't beat him again and again. The more the big competition went on, the more embarrassing he became.

Huang Guang checked the remote control, and the paused video continued.

After the contest ended, an elder from Jianmen stood up and proposed to the faction leader Xiao Mingshan in front of everyone:

From now on, Jianmen must get the respect it deserves, and demand that the internal resources of the Qingshan faction be redistributed equally, and the past distribution plan changed.

Then, several other Jianmen elders stood up to express their support, as did many Jianmen disciples.

All of a sudden, the faction leader Xiao Mingshan and many Qimen elders were embarrassed by the imposing Jianmen people.

Huang Guangqing paused the video again and explained: "The founding father of the Qingshan School has a rule to divide the resource allocation plan for the next year through the annual disciple competition. It's always been valves."

After listening to it, Chen Yiming thought brokenly: "No wonder the Qimen disciples are going crazy with anger, not only being humiliated, but according to the situation at that time, they have to abide by the rules of the ancestors, and give up part of their cultivation resources to Jianmen next year.

The patriarch of the Qingshan School didn't know what he was thinking. One school and two schools wanted to engage in healthy competition, but judging from the lack of stamina of the Jianmen's skills, there was an obvious gap between the two sides' skills.

However, Qimen has dominated the Qingshan faction for a long time, and perhaps subconsciously regarded Jianmen as a vassal, so how could he accept that the other party climbed on his head all at once. "

The meeting room was silent, and no one expressed their views for the time being.

Huang Guang paused for a moment, then clicked the remote control again, and the video resumed.

Xiao Mingshan rejected the request of the Jianmen elders to redistribute resources on the grounds that the Jianmen disciples cheated through the trial site.

This made it difficult for everyone in Jianmen to accept that Xiao Mingshan, the head of the sect, took the lead in breaking the rules set by the patriarch.

Between Qimen and Jianmen, the atmosphere suddenly became delicate. One of the elders of Jianmen said harshly: "Either accept the redistribution of resources, or everyone in Jianmen leaves Qingshan faction and establishes another mountain gate."

When Xiao Mingshan, the leader of the sect, heard the words, his face became gloomy, suspecting that the elders of Jianmen came prepared, and the real purpose was to split the Qingshan sect.

He took a leap, and his internal strength turned into air claws, covering half of the sky, and grabbed the elder Jianmen who spoke harshly from the air.

Seeing this, the Jianmen elder scolded angrily: "Xiao Mingshan, you old bastard, you don't follow the ancestral rules, you don't treat Jianmen as Qingshan sect at all, and now you want to persecute your fellow sect, I will fight with you."

After the voice fell, not only did not hide but went forward, the long sword stabbed out, accompanied by a torrent of green and red energy.

However, due to the difference in realm, the difference in momentum can be seen as soon as he makes a move. The air claw breaks through the torrent of green and red energy without any effort, and it seems that its power has not weakened much.

Seeing this, the elders of Jianmen immediately cursed: "Damn it! Xiao Mingshan, you really dare to kill me."

At this time, it was too late to hide, and everyone seemed to have foreseen the next second.

The elders of Jianmen who took the lead in making troubles and making harsh words to set up another mountain gate were suppressed by the head of the sect Xiao Mingshan, and severely suppressed everyone in Jianmen's intentional separation of families.

The Qimen disciple's eyes are not good, and after some brainstorming, he will clean up the picture of the Jianmen disciple.

The Qimen elder was similar, he laughed in his heart that the Jianmen elder couldn't get his position right, so what if the disciple won the big competition, the real decision of the Qingshan sect is the sect master and elders.

Jianmen disciples and elders were dumbfounded by this.

Unexpectedly, it would be such a result. In an instant, the seeds of running away quickly took root and sprouted, and I couldn't convince myself to stay in such a Qingshan faction any longer.

suddenly.

A deep voice vibrated in everyone's ears.

"break!"

In the incredulous eyes of everyone, a Jianmen disciple stood up.

The long sword at his waist was unsheathed in an instant, and the red, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, six-color energy torrents he carried turned an arc in the air, smashing the air claws head-on.

"impossible!"

"how come!"

"it turns out……"

A sound of surprise appeared.

At this moment, even the elders and disciples of Jianmen were dumbfounded. Feng Wuji, a young disciple, actually smashed the air claw head-on.

One must know that Qi Claw was an angry blow from Xiao Mingshan, who was at the peak of the warrior realm. Judging from that posture, he didn't care about the life or death of the elders of the Jianmen.

"you!"

The muscles on Xiao Mingshan's face twitched, and he couldn't hold back his face anymore.

If the air claw can be crushed once, it can be crushed a second time, and the situation seems to be unstoppable.

Without saying a word, Feng Wuji walked up to the elder of Jianmen who was almost hit by the air claws.

"Wuji, you..." The elder of Jianmen hesitated to speak.

I wanted to ask my disciple what happened, but realized that the current occasion was inappropriate.

"Elder He, what should we do now, should we go or stay?" Feng Wuji whispered.

The voice was not loud, but the other elders and disciples of Jianmen relaxed all over, as if they had found their backbone and had parents who could shelter them from the wind and rain.

Of course Xiao Mingshan heard it too, and he didn't take him seriously at all, which meant that he could leave if he wanted to, and stay if he wanted to negotiate.

He jumped into the air with anger, one left and one right, and he extended his palms together.

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be a roar of a beast, the air became distorted and dark, and the sky above seemed to collapse, turning into a seal to suppress it.

This is where the Qingshan School Qimen Kung Fu has great stamina, it can integrate stronger internal strength, each move does not need to be fancy, and it directly suppresses people with force.

Feng Wuji didn't rush, and with a slight push, he sent the elder of Jianmen to the crowd behind him.

And Xianxin observed for a while, and waited for the huge seal from the sky to fall, before fighting back.

A crystal phantom appeared behind his head, and then a long sword was condensed from the torrent of six-color energy beside him.

In the next moment, it was as if he was using sword control. With a wave of his hand, the long sword burst into the sky, as if to pierce the pressure from the seal.