The sachet exudes a faint fragrance, and the aroma is exactly the same as Qiu Yinong's body fragrance, which makes people smell it, as if they have stretched out their palms and touched Qiu Yinong's temperature.

Jiang Feng took the sachet in his hand, held it in his hand, played with it a little, and smiled bitterly.

The sachet was not inadvertently omitted here, but Qiu Yinong deliberately left it, but such a deliberate gesture was lightweight, without a trace, invisibly, making the breath in this room a little more charming and ambiguous.

"That's ...... Unscrupulous?" Jiang Feng whispered.

When the words fell, Jiang Feng lost his voice and smiled, knowing that even if he was unscrupulous, it was definitely difficult for people to feel disgusted.

……

Time passed slowly, and as the time for the Heavenly Sword Sect to open the mountain gate was getting closer and closer, more and more sword cultivators gathered from all directions, swarming into Lianhua City.

In Lianhua City, endless sword cultivators gathered, and such a grand scene was also once every fifty years, so it could only be seen at once.

In the morning, a young man carrying a black giant sword walked into the city, the young man looked ordinary, but the black giant sword was extremely conspicuous and attracted attention.

"No Blade!"

"He's Wufeng, and he's here. ”

……

As the young man entered the city, his identity was quickly recognized by the monks in the city, which made many people shocked.

Epee-free!

A black giant sword is a symbol of his identity, this person looks at the realm of Xingzhou, the endless sword cultivation is also prominent, and it is definitely the existence that cannot be ignored.

This sparked heated discussions, and one by one, his eyes fell on Wu Feng's body, staring at him...... And for these, Wu Feng was indifferent, he was alone, looking for a restaurant, and stayed.

But Wu Feng's arrival still caused some waves after all, and he was extremely eye-catching, making many powerful sword cultivators who were originally ambitious feel great pressure.

The time was close to noon, that is, at the gate of the city of Lianhua City, there was a young Taoist priest in rags, the young Taoist priest was sloppy, and the clothes had not been washed for many years.

That kind of smell makes people stay away and can't bear to smell it, but the sloppy Taoist priest himself seems to be unaware of it, and what is rare is that his delicate face is quite clean, and his eyebrows are delicate, which forms a distinct extreme with his clothes.

"Is this Lianhua City?" Raising his eyes to look at the three big characters with iron and silver hooks on the city gate, the sloppy Taoist priest grinned, flicked his sleeves, and Shi Shiran entered Lianhua City.

But this sloppy Taoist identity is extraordinary, far from being as unbearable as he appears on the surface, and after a very short period of time, when his identity is inadvertently revealed, it immediately causes an uproar among countless sword cultivators.

"Sloppy Taoist...... That's his name...... This person is a god of swords!" A monk said solemnly in such a tone, warning the people around him that this person must not be provoked, otherwise it will be a great disaster.

Wufeng is a name, and the sloppy Taoist priest is also a name...... As for the real names of the two, it doesn't matter, no one cares.

But with such a name, it is enough, just like the black giant sword that Wu Feng is carrying, it is his identity symbol, the sloppy Taoist warrior's attack

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