However, looking at the disciples of Black Cloud Village who entered the forest to search for him, Shen Jie couldn't bother with this problem anymore, and quickly took out a space ring from the storage bag and put it on his finger and quietly went down the tree.

For so many years, because the tendons and veins in his body have been eroded by the poison of yin and cold, Shen Jie has not been able to cultivate at all, but in order to store a little yuan power in his body, his family has spent countless efforts, and he himself does not know how much suffering he has suffered.

The elders of the clan did not hesitate to lose their own cultivation, and forcibly injected Yuan Force into his body to open the tendons, and invited the seniors of the Qiushui Pavilion to create a set of magic techniques that could make the Yuan Force temporarily stored in the tendons, which gave Shen Jie the ability to use the storage space.

At this time, the cold poison trapped in his body suddenly disappeared, and Shen Jie felt that he was not feeling comfortable, and he happened to need to kill a few people to help him.

I saw him slip down the trunk of the tree neatly, took out a finger-thick black tube from the space ring, and gently blew on the figure not far away, and the figure fell to the ground without a sound with a "plop".

......

Jiang Xiaohe looked at Shi Yin, who was covered in a layer of white stone armor, and had a certain understanding of the name "Shi Yin".

That layer of stone armor was not the Red Flame Armor on his body, but an armor condensed with Yuan Force and other forces, as if it had grown from his body.

This...... What's going on?

A thick question flashed in Jiang Xiaohe's heart, and then he remembered the shadow of the lion that appeared on Leng Jun's body.

Shi Yin's attack was simple and rude, and it was still a silent punch, until the fist appeared in front of Jiang Xiaohe's eyes, it didn't make a sound at all, not even a trace of strong wind.

As soon as Jiang Xiaohe's steps moved, his figure appeared on the side of Shi Yin, and stabbed him under the ribs with a slash.

Because the power of his divine consciousness was limited, Shi Yin's reaction was a little slower than usual, but it was only a little bit.

Feeling the fierce meaning coming from under the ribs, he had the intention not to dodge or dodge, and wanted to rely on the stone armor on his body to carry this knife, which he had done every time he had faced the enemy in the past.

However, the moment the blade slashed, Shi Yin still chose to dodge, because his right wrist still had a faint pain.

There was a trace of fear in his heart, and he didn't have the same trust in his stone armor as before.

A knife stabbed into the air, Jiang Xiaohe didn't care, but when Shi Yin was dodging, he stepped on the "Divine Walk" exercise, his figure was vague, the sword and shadow were intertwined, and the whole person seemed to turn into a shadow hovering around Shi Yin waiting for an opportunity to attack.

The dust on the ground floated in the air with his figure, and Shi Yin's complexion was difficult to see the extreme:

He didn't understand, Jiang Xiaohe was a small ant who couldn't even dodge his punch an hour ago, why did he seem to be a different person now?

Of course, Shi Yin couldn't have imagined that in this short period of time, the yin and yang disk in Jiang Xiaohe's body absorbed the cold poison on Shen Jie's body, making the power of the yin and yang disk not only replenished, but also more condensed than before.

What Shi Yin didn't expect even more was that the wisps of innate Dao qi that overflowed from the Yin and Yang Disk when he "digested" the cold poison benefited Shen Jie, Leng Jun, and even Ouyang Xin a lot, not only did his cultivation rise in a straight line, but his perception of heaven and earth became more cordial.

Seeing that Ouyang Xin and Leng Jun were also on par with the Tricky Yin and Earth Yin Fight, Jiang Xiaohe's tense heart relaxed little by little, and he didn't need to make a quick decision to help others for the time being.

Yes, what he has is patience!

However, Shi Yin didn't have much patience.

Since he paid a great price to obtain the skill of this stone armor, he has always been invincible against the enemy, even if it is an opponent of the same level, he is always able to capture it, not to mention Jiang Xiaohe, a small martial apprentice......

Well?

Shi Yin was slightly stunned, how did Jiang Xiaohe become a martial artist at the ninth level?

It was only an hour before and after, how could he break through two levels in a row?

"Humph!"

Thinking of this, Shi Yin snorted coldly, and a complex emotion mixed with hatred mixed with thick jealousy slowly rose from his heart:

Back then, because of his lack of talent, he was trapped in the fourth level of martial arts for fifty years, so he had to choose that path.

This Jiang Xiaohe broke two levels in an hour, such a talent......

"Die!"

With Shi Yin's burst, the Yuan Force in his body instantly surged outward, and a white mist rose from around the two of them, but after three or five breaths, a tightly fitting gray-white stone house was condensed around the two of them.

"Hahaha, Jiang Xiaohe, feel the despair before death comes!"

Shi Yin's kung fu as he spoke, and the figure disappeared directly in a flash.

Jiang Xiaohe's face became ugly in an instant: he was trapped in the middle of the stone house.

The stone house was only a square area of less than two feet, and even the top of the head was sealed.

"Boom, boom. ”

He tried to slash twice at the stone wall in front of him with his burning stick, leaving no trace except for the crisp sound and the sporadic sparks.

"Hey!"

There was another shout from Shi Yin in his ears, and Jiang Xiaohe found that the four stone walls were slowly approaching him.

He had no doubt that if he continued like this, it wouldn't be long before he would be squeezed into a ball of pulp.

"Calm down, calm down, there must be a way to break through the stone wall. ”

Feeling the slowly shrinking stone chamber and the thinner and thinner air, the cold sweat on Jiang Xiaohe's forehead began to seep out little by little.

Immediately after, he clenched his hands into fists, and the Yuan Force within the sea of qi merged into his fists in the fastest time, and slammed into the stone wall in front of him.

"Boom~~"

After a low, muffled sound, the stone wall remained unmoving.

"Boom, boom, boom. ”

Immediately after, there were three heavy punches in the same place, and the stone wall seemed to grow on the ground, unaffected in the slightest.

On the contrary, the sweat on Jiang Xiaohe's forehead became denser.

In just a few punches, the space in the stone room is as much as a foot smaller, and if it goes on like this, I am afraid that more than ten breaths of kung fu will have to be explained here.

His mind raced through what to do, but there was no way to do it.

"Xiao He, Qinghua's innate recipe phoenix quenching, the first small realm comes with a small supernatural power, do you remember?"

Just when Jiang Xiaohe's heart was flustered, Aunt Gong's gentle voice sounded in his ears.

"Of course I do!"

Jiang Xiaohe blurted out that Qinghua's innate set of kung fu is generally divided into two parts: dragon suction and phoenix quenching, dragon suction is mainly the method of spitting, and phoenix quenching is mainly the method of refining the body.

Feng Quen's first small realm: there is a small god in the copper wall and iron wall: refining the gods to return to the beginning.

To put it bluntly, it is to probe your own divine sense into the ground and merge with it.

The first step, the divine consciousness penetrates into the ground, which is very simple. Next, it is very difficult to merge the consciousness with the underground structure.

Jiang Xiaohe has been cultivating for a long time, but he only cultivates the skin, and his divine sense can only barely be consistent with the underground, and it is still far from being fused.

To put it simply, if the underground structure is regarded as a white cloud, then Jiang Xiaohe can only turn himself into a ball of cotton now, which makes no difference at first glance, but if you want to merge with the white clouds, it is still far away.

This half-hung level simply cannot solve the current dilemma.

However, since Aunt Gong mentioned it, and the stone chamber is getting smaller and smaller, Jiang Xiaohe has no good way for a while, so he can only probe his divine sense into the ground.