When he thought of this, Ren Jiasheng's thoughts were smooth. He inserted cold winter into the ground next to him, held Han Yu in one hand, tried his best to absorb the frost spiritual energy in it, and pointed it with his fingers like a pen in the other hand, drawing a spiritual seal in the air.

Although he couldn't understand Ren Jiasheng's actions, his intuition told Xi Nuluo what the other party was doing, so Xi Nuluo roared and jumped towards him.

"Good come!" Seeing the other party approaching, a smile flashed across the corner of Ren Jiasheng's eyes, and he shot all the powerful spiritual energy absorbed by his left hand into the spiritual seal with his right hand. In an instant, a cold fog in front of him surged wildly and swept out of thin air, completely submerging the Xinuluo who was rushing towards him.

Just after doing this, Ren Jiasheng immediately turned sideways and when he was wrong with Xi Nuluo, he turned around and slapped it out with a palm. For a moment, [zero] completely condensed the cold mist wrapped around Xi Nuluo's body into ice.

This is not over yet. With the ice layer, Ren Jiasheng held the ice layer with both hands. This time, it was not using spiritual methods, but constantly impressed the Bingli true energy into the ice layer, compressing the ice layer continuously, crazily squeezing the body of Xi Nuluo.

The Xiaonuluo, who was trapped in the ice layer, obviously did not want to surrender. Although he could not move, his muscles were tight and he was constantly resisting.

But you should know that Ren Jiasheng is not an ordinary practitioner, but a real spiritual and martial arts dual cultivation. Although he has not been able to achieve the unity of spiritual and martial arts, his martial arts, spiritual skills, and soul talismans are all ice attributes. His control over Frost is almost Xuan. Even if the brute force of Xiaonu can shock the gods, he will not be able to move at all under the trap of these ice layers.

The ice layer was originally translucent and light white, but as Ren Jiasheng's true energy and spiritual power kept pouring into it, the volume of the ice layer slowly shrank and its color gradually changed. It was no longer transparent at first, and began to become solid and solid. In the end, it directly turned into a water-blue ice layer that was almost close to the body of Xinulu.

Staring at this human-shaped ice layer, Ren Jiasheng was a little lost for a moment, and then looked at his hands. At this moment, he realized that, just as he was almost fighting for life, his cultivation level, which had been stagnant after entering the fifth level of the fifth level, had suddenly broken through the bottleneck and broke through to the sixth level of the fifth level in one fell swoop.

He looked up at the ice layer in front of him again. Ren Jiasheng's eyes were bright. As an ice practitioner, he knew very well that the water-blue ice layer in front of him was the legendary Xuan ice, but it was not the Xuan ice that was naturally formed by obtaining the fortune of heaven and earth, but the Xuan ice that was created artificially under the combined power of his spiritual power, true qi, martial arts, and soul talismans.

Originally, Ren Jiasheng thought that he was fighting for his life to stimulate his potential and break through the realm, but then he found something wrong. He looked at the ice feather with his left hand again and felt the unfathomable vast ice-type spiritual energy. Then he suddenly realized that what he had made him break through was this feather the size of a palm.

At the same time, seeing that Xinuluo was frozen by Ren Jiasheng, the southern barbarians across the border roared angrily, but no one of them dared to come over. Even the powerful men like Xinuluo, who were at the eighth level of the fifth level, were frozen. If they came over, they would have to die.

At this time, Doushouzi and others had already surrounded the ice, excited and curiously surrounding the ice. If Ren Jiasheng hadn't reminded that it was Xuanbing, there were still several people who wanted to reach out and touch it.

Thoughts flew around, Ren Jiasheng turned his head and looked at the girl, handed her feathers over, and nodded: "Thank you for borrowing me for your loan."

Seeing this, the girl blinked and suddenly laughed, "What are you doing?"

Ren Jiasheng was stunned and heard the other party laughing and said, "I gave it to you, I'm giving it to you, why are you doing for me?"

Seeing that her face was cheerful and actually blushed, Ren Jiasheng frowned slightly and was about to speak, but his shoulders were shaking beside him and he laughed in a low voice: "Sir, since everyone else said he gave it to you, you can accept it."

Seeing this, Ren Jiasheng frowned, then nodded gently, clasped his fists and said, "I'm welcome."

Seeing him take down his feathers, the girl became happier. After all, it was a child's heart and soon escaped from the sadness of her partner's death.

At this time, Ren Jiasheng had the time to look at the girl. She should be under twenty years old, with a petite figure and pretty appearance, but her skin was slightly wheat-colored, not as white and delicate as other women.

After chatting for a few words, Ren Jiasheng indirectly investigated the other party's origin. The girl seemed to have no scheming and called herself Ye Feihong, saying that she was a northerner. This time she was traveling after the coming-of-age ceremony. Unexpectedly, she was suddenly besieged by the local southern barbarian army in Zhuti.

Nowadays, the northern part of China is full of Mongolian territory, so all people under the age of 20 are Mongolians. Therefore, when they hear the other party claiming to be northerners, shaking their shoulders and other condor soldiers all show vigilance on their faces. However, Ren Jiasheng didn't think much about it, and he felt a little more favorable.

Ren Jiasheng himself is from Handan, Hebei, and he traveled through time and did not have much malice towards the northerners. At this moment, he pondered for a moment and said, "The north is too far from my Dawen. What are the plans for the next time? Do you want to go home? I can send someone to send you to the border."

Ye Feihong pouted and yelled: "I won't come back. I've just been out for more than half a year. My father said that I can play for two years this time, so I won't go back so early."

Ren Jiasheng frowned slightly and pondered: "Since that's the case, what are the plans for the girl?"

After thinking about it, Ye Feihong suddenly grabbed his sleeve and laughed: "You haven't introduced yourself yet."

Seeing that she was gone, Ren Jiasheng was slightly embarrassed and smiled and said, "Next Ren Jiasheng..."

"Ren Jiasheng?" Ye Feihong said in surprise with wide watery eyes, "I have heard of you, you are the general of Wenbang, right? Wow! Then why are you here? I remember Wenbang seems to be in Hezhou City!"

Wenbang has occupied Sichuan and Shu for more than nine months. Unexpectedly, Ye Feihong didn't know yet. While Ren Jiasheng was speechless, he smiled helplessly and explained a few words.

When Ye Feihong heard that their Wenbang had actually occupied Sichuan and Shu, he suddenly stared in surprise and murmured: "What awesome look... Then are you in Yibin City now? Can you take me there to visit? I have always heard of you before, and I'm so curious about your Dawen's army."

Seeing that she was trying to spy on the camp of the Literary and Art Military, the soldiers around her were alert, and Ren Jiasheng also frowned slightly. He was handsome, even if he frowned, he still showed a bit of handsomeness. Ye Feihong's eyes were obsessed with, and she almost drooled.

"Sorry, outsiders are not allowed to enter the military," Ren Jiasheng pointed her in a direction and said lightly, "From here to the northeast, about seven miles away, it is Xuzhou City. Girl, there are military affairs in the lower place, so I will not accompany you. Yang Fang, stay and send this girl to Xuzhou."

Ye Feihong suddenly widened her eyes when she heard this. Before she could speak, Ren Jiasheng waved his hand and led a group of eagle soldiers to turn around, but only stood with a stinky face and shaking his shoulders without moving.

The original name of the shaking shoulder is Yang Fang.

Seeing Ren Jiasheng actually threw himself here and took people away, Ye Feihong's eyes turned red, and she suddenly sat on the ground and cried out. That's not all, the girl lying down, waved her hands, kicked her feet, and looked like she was rolling around with the child.

Yang Fang was stunned and wanted to reach out and pull her up, but was kicked hard. Although Ye Feihong was not old and had a level of strength, Yang Fang's tears were almost coming out after the kick hurt.

Hearing Ye Feihong's crying behind her from afar, Ren Jiasheng turned around helplessly and saw her tantrums rolling around, and couldn't help but feel a headache.

Seeing that he seemed to be hesitating, a captain next to him quickly said, "Sir, that woman has unknown origin and is from the north. She is probably a Mongolian spy..."

With Ye Feihong's appearance, there would be a ghost if she could be a Mongolian spy. The captain also felt that the spy was inappropriate. He pondered for a while and changed his words: "It may be a descendant of the Mongolian nobles. As an adult, it is better not to be involved with such women of unknown origin."

Ren Jiasheng was silent for a moment, looked at the frost feather hanging from his waist, and sighed: "It's really good to have people's hands and eat people's mouths. I just gave up the other party so generously, which is indeed unethical."

Another sigh, Ren Jiasheng signaled everyone to stop, and he returned to Ye Feihong. Seeing that she was still closing her eyes and dancing, she couldn't help but shake her head and said lightly: "Get up."

Hearing his voice, Ye Feihong quickly opened her eyes. Seeing that it was him, she immediately cheered and got up, approached him, and laughed and said, "How about you, have you changed your mind?"

"Get on the horse, I'll send you to Xuzhou in person." Seeing that she wanted to speak, Ren Jiasheng shook his heart and glared, "Shut up! Get on the horse!"

He had a bad attitude, but Ye Feihong was not angry. Instead, she climbed up on the horse with a smile and sat behind him. Then she stretched out her hand to wrap her waist with a blushing face. She suddenly felt a sense of male anger coming, and her pretty face became brighter and her eyes were bent proudly, so narrowed that they could almost disappear.

Before traveling through time, Ren Jiasheng's appearance was naturally bound to have crazy bees and butterflies. He felt that he was not used to it at that time, but when he came to this world, most women were conservative. Even if the women in the northwest were brave, they could not have any passion when facing such a handsome man as him, and they were shy as women in the south of the Yangtze River.

Unexpectedly, the Mongolian woman saved by this coincidence would be so pestering and shameless, and he forced Ren Jiasheng's experience of dealing with the crazy bees and waves in the first half of his life to become empty talk.

He felt that the other party was still secretly hiding his waist. Ren Jiasheng felt a little overwhelmed, but since he had decided to take this trouble, he was too lazy to talk about her. He rode his horse back to the formation, waved his hand and led five hundred Divine Eagle soldiers to gallop towards Xuzhou City.

Seeing Ren Jiasheng and others leaving, the Southern Barbarians who were hesitating for a long time on the border dared to rush forward and cross the border to the frozen Xinuluo, knocking on the ice layers with all their hands and trying to rescue him.

However, this is the black ice, which is as hard as gold and iron. Even if an ordinary weapon is slashed, it will splash out at most. What's more, this group of southern barbarians at the bottom. After a long time of fiddling, a group of people could not break the black ice.

Just as a group of people were busy, there was another burst of rapid footsteps on the border where the southern barbarians were, and another group of southern barbarian soldiers arrived under the leadership of two young people.

The two groups of Southern Barbarians obviously had no harmony with each other. When they saw the new South Barbarians, the group of Southern Barbarians screamed strangely, and they picked up their weapons and looked over nervously.

Among the newly arrived Southern Barbarians, the two young men standing in the front row looked like twenty-four or five.

One was wearing a golden-lined vine armor unique to the Southern Barbarians, with a strong body and muscles all over his body. The other was wearing a black robe and the cloak covered most of his face. He couldn't see his appearance and figure clearly, and he could only feel a faint chill from him.

Seeing the hostile faces of the Southern Barbarians opposite, the young man in armor frowned and grinned, spread his hands to the left. Four Southern Barbarians immediately carried a metal hammer two feet long, then knelt on one knee, and presented the hammer to his hand.

This giant hammer head is a rectangular body, with one end as sharp as a cone and slightly widened to the outside. The hammer head and hammer body are made of special metal, with countless thunder and lightning patterns engraved on the surface, which not only looks very heavy, but also contains endless thunder power.

Holding the hammer handle with one hand, the young man in armor suddenly looked fierce, and he swung the hammer and threw it forward.

With a bang, the sky and the earth changed color in an instant, and endless thunder fell out of thin air. As the war hammer burst out, most of the dozens of southern barbarian soldiers beside Xi Nuluo.

Before the remaining southern barbarians were howling in fear, the young man in his robes also raised his hand. He did not see his movements. The rolling black smoke spread out from his cuffs with a sad crying sound, spreading forward along the ground, and in a blink of an eye, the remaining southern barbarians were flooded with all the feet.

A creepy scene appeared. The rolling black smoke suddenly stretched out countless thin arms, grabbed the legs of the southern barbarians, and pulled them down hard.

Although the Southern Barbarians struggled desperately and kept begging for mercy, they were still pulled into the black smoke by the ghost hands, without any sound.

Then the young man in the robes slowly raised his hand and took all the black fog back into his sleeves. The Southern Barbarians who had been pulled into the black fog and the Southern Barbarians who had been killed by mad thunder and warhammers disappeared, as if they had been completely swallowed by the black fog.

"I didn't expect that Abu gave us a big gift just now!" He lifted the war hammer across the border, and the man in armor turned around and laughed.

The young man in black robe smiled faintly, reached out to pull down his hat, revealing a simple and honest face.

If Ren Jiasheng had not left yet, he would definitely scream after seeing the two, because they were the companions that the Literature and Art Department had not found so far.

Deng Mengxin! Xue Yuan!
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