Infinite Immortal Cultivation Simulation

Chapter 113 113. The same move?What is your history!
She looked at the three of them coldly, but with a wave of her hand, her mental power controlled all the fallen leaves and attacked them.

Seeing this, the three of them were a little surprised.

The hunchbacked old man cried out in surprise, "Huh? Nianli?"

"What a powerful mind!"

The fat man scratched the back of his head, "It's really strange, you have cultivated your mind power to such an extent at such a young age?"

"Hey, stop chatting, you two, everyone is calling."

The bald man pulled out a whip, and the whip worked, forming an impenetrable wall in front of them, knocking down all the fallen leaves and stones.

"I'll go first, you guys keep an eye on it."

The bald man jumped down, and his sturdy body fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Chu Meier couldn't help but look at his bald forehead a few more times.

Immediately, the bald man was anxious, "What are you looking at, have you never seen such a bright forehead?"

"I've seen it." Chu Meier nodded.

I often saw it in the previous life, but in this life...

Almost everyone is a cultivator, and spiritual power will automatically repair various defects in the body, making the skin more delicate and radiant, and the facial features more refined.

But I didn't expect that some people would lose their hair.

The bald man's eyes lit up, as if he had found a confidant, "Really?"

"Hey, old bald, hurry up and do it."

The hunchbacked old man behind him urged.

The bald man touched his head, feeling a little regretful, "Although I like you very much, you must die today."

His figure was like lightning, and he rushed towards Chu Meier lightly and vigorously.

A long whip like a swimming dragon charged towards her, Chu Meier curled her mouth and dodged sideways.

She didn't move the sword on her waist, instead she bent her palm and drew a wooden stick to fight.

Seeing this, the bald man became even more furious, "If you don't draw your sword now, then you won't have the chance to draw it."

"Try it."

Chu Meier sideways dodged his long whip again.

The fat man chuckled, "Few people can stop the old bald's whip technique. This is still a small fifth-level golden core, and he will be defeated soon."

The hunchbacked old man noticed something was wrong, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his pale beard curled up.

"She... seems to know this whipping method?"

"Huh? Strange, really strange."

Others also noticed something different.

Chen Yuya lowered her voice, "Brother, how did I find out that Meier's moves are exactly the same as this bald man's?"

"It's true...it's strange, they can't be from the same school."

The conversation between the two was clearly heard by the hunchbacked old man and the fat man over there.

The two looked at each other in shock.

At this moment, the bald man's whip touched Chu Meier's wooden stick, and the two of them took a few steps back.

The bald man stared, "How do you know my whipping technique? My whipping technique is passed on from male to female, how can you?"

Chu Meier withdrew her stick, "Guess."

"I guess?"

The bald man stared at her, really thinking about it.

The fat man also jumped down, staring at Chu Meier, "You little girl, what is your origin? You are so talented at such a young age, and you can whip like an old bald man. Hmph, I think you are still a Psychic master. Come and let me teach you."

This person is the one in the simulator who has the mental formula.

Chu Meier narrowed her eyes slightly, and dropped the stick in her hand.

"Come."

The fat man raised his hand and squeezed the hand formula.

And Chu Meier moved almost at the same time.

two...

The kneading technique is actually exactly the same!
This time, the bald man was even more dumbfounded.

"This this……"

"how is this possible!"

The hunchbacked old man, that is, the Nascent Soul stage strongman among them, also came to Fatty's side, and looked at the two of them in shock.

"Are you ... related?"

The fat man also asked in a dazed manner, "Little girl, where did you learn this technique?"

Chu Meier, "Guess."

Where did they guess.

The fat man was still a little unwilling, and snorted softly, "Come on, let's continue!"

The hand formula was flipped, and a long sword flew out from behind him.

Chu Meier followed suit.

The fat man frowned, "Go!"

The two long swords fought in the air like this.

For a time, it was difficult to distinguish between superior and inferior.

The hand formulas learned by the two are exactly the same, except that Fatty uses mental power to assist spiritual power to move, while Chu Meier uses mental power for the whole process.

Her mental power during the condensation period is like a surging sea, which is inexhaustible.

After fighting for a long time, Fatty found that the proficiency he was so proud of had no advantage over Chu Meier.

This kind of technique is not of high quality, and he is not an orthodox Psychic master, so he can only use spiritual power to assist him.

He has practiced a lot, is extremely proficient, and can achieve superb results.

But in front of Chu Meier, he found that he didn't have much advantage.

Weird, really weird.

"stop!"

Finally, after a fight, the fat man couldn't help shouting.

The bald man chuckled, "Old Fatty, you must have lost, right? It's really embarrassing for you to lose to such a little guy."

The fat man immediately raised his eyebrows, annoyed, "Don't underestimate her, Jindan stage five, mind power at least in the condensation stage, the two together are more than enough to deal with the two of us."

The bald man shrugged, "So, we can't finish this mission?"

The fat man pulled the two of them aside and discussed in a low voice.

"She knows my ancestral mind power formula, and also the bald man's whip method. It's so strange. Could it be that she is a member of our Ku Zen sect?"

The hunchbacked old man shook his head, "Impossible, I have been in the sect for so many years, but I have never seen such a number one person."

"This is too strange! I think... it's better for us to bring her to the sect."

"This, if I don't check it out, I'm really scratching my head."

"me too……"

"Only people from our sect can learn so many things, how can she..."

While the three of them were discussing, Chen Yuya hurriedly pulled Chu Meier aside.

"This, what's going on?"

Chu Meier also looked blank, "I don't know, I know a lot of martial arts, I didn't expect to bump into it like this."

"This can hit?" Chen Yuya looked in disbelief.

Chen Xuan also frowned and asked: "There are some martial arts that are never passed on to the outside world, how could it be possible to bump into them?"

Now that you've lied, let's tell the truth.

Chu Meier shook her head to express that she was not clear.

"I searched all the martial arts in the High Heaven Pavilion and memorized them all in my mind. For some reason, the elders in the sect were not happy about it. They insisted on arresting me and saying that I shouldn't learn it. "

"Maybe..." She sighed, saddened, "I'm just an ordinary inner disciple, and I learned things I shouldn't have learned."

"I see."

Chen Yuya suddenly had an idea, "Could it be that this Ling Xiao Pavilion's martial arts has some invisible secrets? Or...stolen other people's things?"

After she explained it like this, it really made sense.

Chen Yuya has already imagined a good show.

There are a lot of martial arts and exercises that have been stolen from others in the Lingxiao Pavilion. In order to prevent the sect disciples from leaking the secrets, they are not allowed to leave the sect at will, but Chu Meier left, so a wanted order was issued.

She is so poor.

Facing Shangchen Yuya's distressed eyes, Chu Meier really couldn't figure out what plot she had imagined, so she just smiled noncommittally.

She performed these martial arts on these people on purpose.

(End of this chapter)