Immortal Creation

Xiaozheng Peak, the martial arts arena.

The disciples of Wanyaomen guarded the entrance to the martial arts arena. He carefully checked the identity and collected the entrance spirit stone before letting the monks in.

Because of the fierce competition in Xiaozheng Peak, the martial arts arena here is booming all year round.

A monk came to the disciple with a smile on his face and asked if there was any vacancy in the Tianzihao martial arts arena?

The disciple glanced at him lightly: "Why is it you again? Last time, I told you clearly that the Tianzihao martial arts arena has been scheduled until the end of next month."

The monk nodded and lowered his voice: "I know, but I also found out that this can actually be queued. As long as..."

"Don't!" The disciple immediately interrupted him and said, "The situation you said does exist. But that was the previous one. Since I took over here, there has never been a latecomer who has surpassed the previous one."

"You want to bribe me?"

The disciple shook his head and said firmly: "This way is not feasible!"

"Huh?"

As he was speaking, the disciple's expression suddenly changed.

He trotted up and bowed deeply: "Sister Lin, what brings you here?"

The disciple was a little confused.

You know, a person like Lin Shanshan would only use the martial arts arena on the original mountain even if she used it.

That is the base camp of Wanyaomen, and the martial arts arena and other facilities are much more advanced than here. An important person like Lin Shanshan rarely comes here.

Lin Shanshan was slightly flustered, but did not explain, but said calmly: "Give me a martial arts arena, I want to use it. Is there any vacant one?"

"Of course there is!" The disciple immediately patted his chest, "You came at the right time, a Tianzi-level martial arts arena is just vacant."

Lin Shanshan nodded without any doubt.

"Who is this young man? He wants to practice martial arts with Sister Lin?" The disciple glanced at Ning Zhuo, and he was not sure what the latter was doing.

Ning Zhuo noticed his gaze and nodded slightly to him, and the disciple immediately responded with a smile.

"Sister Lin, please come this way." The disciple led the way.

When passing by the monk, the monk immediately stepped back, made way, and cast an envious look, watching Ning Zhuo and the other three enter the martial arts arena.

"After this incident, the news that I have a connection with Lin Shanshan will definitely spread."

Ning Zhuo was happy to see this happen.

In fact, he asked Lin Shanshan for help and came to the martial arts arena for this purpose.

After all, he had just arrived and was unfamiliar with the place, so he naturally had to find a dock to stay. There is no doubt that Lin Shanshan is a good option.

Things developed as Ning Zhuo expected.

Wherever the three of them went, the disciples along the way would salute Lin Shanshan and cast curious eyes on Ning Zhuo.

There were also many foreign monks who saw this scene.

"This is the first time I've seen Lin Shanshan bring other people to use the martial arts arena here."

"Who is the young cultivator with her? Why haven't I seen him before?"

"Judging from his demeanor, he is not simple. He should be a high-level disciple of a large sect, with a status similar to that of Senior Sister Lin, right?"

These discussions drifted into Lin Shanshan's ears, making her ears hot.

So, when they entered the Tianzihao martial arts arena, Lin Shanshan said to the disciple: "Okay, you can go down. I will control here."

The disciple was a little surprised again. Lin Shanshan urged him like this, which made him feel like she was chasing him away, as if she couldn't wait to be alone with the young cultivator next to her.

The disciple was older than Lin Shanshan, and he had never seen Lin Shanshan entertain a strange male cultivator like this.

"Could it be..." The disciple thought of a possibility, and immediately shook his head subconsciously, throwing this terrible guess behind his mind.

Lin Shanshan is the jewel in the palm of the master of Wanyao Sect, and has always been loved by the entire Wanyao Sect. There are many cultivators who secretly admire her. The disciples do not have such secret admiration, but rather they are like elders who are more optimistic about their young descendants.

Lin Shanshan opened the magic circle of the martial arts field, instantly isolating the inside and the outside.

She secretly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and her tense mood gradually relaxed a little.

"Strange, I often enter the martial arts field with my senior brother to compete and exchange ideas. Why do I feel so nervous and even a little flustered this time?"

Ning Zhuo did not speak. He looked around the martial arts field and left time for Lin Shanshan to adjust her mood.

Lin Shanshan tried to calm down and said to Ning Zhuo: "Mr. Ning Zhuo, if you have any fighting methods, you might as well practice them first so that I can understand your actual situation. It's like asking a doctor to see a doctor, so that you can prescribe the right medicine."

Ning Zhuo nodded and immediately cast the five elements spell.

The most important part of his current combat power is the mechanical creation.

Buddhist Doctor Meng Yaoyin, Great Snake Scythe, Heavy Blood Ape Dasheng, Floating Ice White Jade Hand, Weather Ball Ice Crystal Snow, these are all excellent mechanical creations, so excellent that Ning Zhuo can fight against Jindan.

Relying on these, Ning Zhuo's combat power greatly exceeds his foundation-building cultivation and reaches the first line of Jindan.

But at this moment, of course he will not use the mechanism and tell Lin Shanshan the truth.

On the one hand, he is well aware of his own shortcomings and takes this opportunity to use Xiaozheng Peak to train himself. If he uses the mechanism to crush a group of foundation-building cultivators, the effect of his training will be minimal.

On the other hand, he also needs a reason to continue to get along with Lin Shanshan. Too strong strength will arouse Lin Shanshan's attention and vigilance.

Ning Zhuo's relative "weakness" is more conducive to his entire plan.

Ning Zhuo performed many spells in turn, which were basically five-element spells.

Lin Shanshan looked at them, her beautiful eyes sparkled, and she praised sincerely: "I didn't expect that Mr. Ning Zhuo, you have such profound attainments in spells! This has surpassed me. With your own strength, you have a good chance of winning against Hanzhou."

Ning Zhuo performed five-element spells, and each one was very skillful.

What surprised Lin Shanshan the most was that in Ning Zhuo's hands, the transformation of the five-element magic power was very natural and the connection was extremely smooth.

"Are you really only sixteen years old?" Lin Shanshan couldn't help asking.

Ning Zhuo smiled slightly and gave an affirmative answer.

Lin Shanshan sighed: "It's not that I don't believe you, but it's really rare for a sixteen-year-old to have such attainments in spells."

"At least I've heard of only two or three."

"I didn't expect to see one with my own eyes today!"

Ning Zhuo showed his strength a little, which immediately made Lin Shanshan more curious about him.

Lin Shanshan asked: "Are you a combat practitioner?"

"From childhood to adulthood, in addition to accumulating mana, how much time do you take out every day to practice these spells?"

Ning Zhuo said carefully: "I don't put much effort into practicing these spells. Compared with these spells, I am more interested in mechanical arts."

"In addition to casting spells myself, I can also use mechanical hands to assist me in combat."

"Miss Lin, look."

As he said, Ning Zhuo took out six mechanical arms from his storage belt.

These arms floated in the air, surrounding Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo controlled these mechanical hands and made them cast various spells of gold, wood, water, fire and earth.

For a time, the spells were brilliant, the five colors competed for glory, and the brilliance was accompanied by deadly danger.

Lin Shanshan couldn't help but take a step back, secretly frightened by the violent offensive displayed by Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo made a few moves, then stopped and put away these mechanical arms.

He took the initiative to say: "Miss Lin, I am better at long-range attacks with magic. What I am most worried about is being attacked by Han Zhou at close range. Once I fall into such a predicament, I will be too passive, and the chances of losing are far greater than the chances of winning."

Lin Shanshan said: "Then let's fight first."

Ning Zhuo and Lin Shanshan competed in close combat skills.

This time, he did not hide his weakness, but used his martial arts with all his strength, but was suppressed by Lin Shanshan throughout the whole process.

"Okay." Lin Shanshan took a step back and distanced herself from Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo was panting and his face was a little pale.

Lin Shanshan smiled: "Do you know how to use weapons?"

Ning Zhuo shook his head: "Nothing."

Lin Shanshan nodded: "Compared to magic, Mr. Ning Zhuo, you are indeed a little worse in close combat with martial arts."

Ning Zhuo smiled bitterly: "Miss Lin is too polite. I know that I am seriously lacking in this aspect. If you criticize me more, I can improve faster."

Lin Shanshan is five years older than Ning Zhuo. She has been trained by Lin Bufan the most strictly since she was a child. After all, the latter's only blood descendant is Lin Shanshan.

Lin Shanshan was fully cultivated by Lin Bufan. Although she was not as good as Ning Zhuo in casting spells, she was not much different. In terms of martial arts close combat, she was far better than Ning Zhuo.

Compared with her, Ning Zhuo mainly studied by himself. Even in the school, he received popular education. Unlike Lin Shanshan, she was not given extra attention, care, and teaching by the existence of the Nascent Soul level since birth.

Therefore, although many of Ning Zhuo's basic skills are solid, they are also ordinary, especially compared with the pride of the sect like Lin Shanshan.

Of course, if Ning Zhuo released a few major mechanisms, ten Lin Shanshans would not be enough for him to fight.

"Please teach me martial arts, Miss Lin!" Ning Zhuo was not polite at all and made a direct request.

He had long noticed his shortcomings in this regard.

But there was no way. In the past sixteen years, he did not waste his time, but practiced hard every day. However, the field he invested in was the mechanism, not close combat.

When fighting for the Lava Fairy Palace, Ning Zhuo was touched by the Kung Fu puppet and thought about making up for his shortcomings in this area. But he never had time.

"This..." Lin Shanshan hesitated.

Even though the Buddha Heart Demon Seal continued to affect her, she felt that this request was too presumptuous.

Men and women should not be close to each other.

To teach martial arts, if you really want to teach effectively, there are many movements that need to be done hand in hand, even close to each other. Physical contact is inevitable.

Therefore, after Lin Shanshan grew up, the eldest brother Linghu Jiu and the master Lin Bufan no longer taught, but invited a female master to act as Lin Shanshan's martial arts coach.