When Xuanyuan Xin heard this, a cold light appeared in his eyes, but he was about to step forward to drive him away.

Ye Feng walked quickly past Xuanyuan Xin, came to the door of this room and looked at this monk, he was the monk who had blocked the monks from entering at the door before, and he was holding a plate in his hand at the moment, and then a teapot and three cups were placed on it.

Ye Feng took out a few spirit stones from the storage bag and handed them to this person, then took the plate in this person's hand, smiled lightly at him and said, "Just give it to me, you won't have to worry about other things." With that, Ye Feng walked towards the room with the tea tray.

And the young monk left happily with a few spirit stones in his hand, and muttered in a low voice: "This rich man is different, there is a reward for serving a tea tray, and there are flowers now." ”

Ye Feng entered the room, put the tea tray on the wooden table in the room, and when he lifted the teapot and was about to pour tea for himself and the other three, he suddenly saw a note placed under the teapot, which read, "Drink it with confidence, this tea is non-toxic, it should be a greeting gift, I believe we will meet soon." ”

Seeing Ye Feng's strange appearance, Murong Su came to Ye Feng's side, looked at the note under the teapot, and asked him: "It seems that this person really wants to make friends with you, can you guess who he is, or have you seen him in that place?" ”

Hearing Murong Su's words, Ye Feng's mind quickly flashed through everyone he knew since his amnesia, but he was still not sure who this person was and what he wrote this note for himself, at this time, he suddenly thought of himself before his amnesia, and began to secretly wonder in his heart, "If he is the person I knew before my memory was lost, then why would he write in the note that he would meet me soon, I can now be sure that I definitely don't know him now, but why does he know me?" ”

Just as he was about to see it, Tao Qingtong walked to Ye Feng's side, took the teapot in his hand, and after filling all the four cups in it, he picked up a cup and tasted the tea before saying to Ye Feng: "Drink, I have already checked it with my divine sense, there is nothing unusual between this teapot and the cup, don't waste such a good tea." ”

Seeing that there were still some doubts in Ye Feng's eyes, Xuanyuan Xin also picked up a teacup at this moment, drank all the tea in it, and then buckled the cup on the table, and then said to Ye Feng: "Drink boldly, no one in the cave city dares to openly provoke trouble, and it may not be a good thing to have tea tasting to cultivate sentiment on top of this long auction." ”

Hearing Xuanyuan Xin's words, Murong Su also stepped forward and drank a cup of tea, which made Ye Feng completely relieved, and picked up a teacup and drank it all.

Looking at the appearance of drinking the tea in one go, Murong Su wanted to laugh but couldn't, but as a result, the expression on her face stiffened, and such an expression fell into Ye Feng's eyes, which made him very puzzled.

Xuanyuan Xin got another cup of hot tea for himself in the teapot, picked up the teacup and shook it gently, put it to his mouth and took a sip, he looked up at the tea leaves floating gently in the cup, and said with a sense of enjoyment in his eyes: "This tea is slightly bitter when it enters the mouth, but it is indeed very sweet after entering the throat, and it is really endless." ”

This sentence is Xuanyuan Xin telling himself, but the appearance of the tea he does is the real appearance, so Xuanyuan Xin is teaching Ye Feng to do this, the so-called tea tasting must be like him to "taste" to be able to taste the real taste of tea.

Ye Feng followed Xuanyuan Xin's appearance, filled the teacup and took a sip of it gently, he found that this bitter tea was just like Xuanyuan Xin said, it was slightly bitter when it first entered his mouth, but when he swallowed this tea, what was aftertasted in his mouth was a refreshing sweetness.

After taking another sip of tea, Ye Feng gently put the teacup on the table, walked to the side of the window, and swept towards the cultivators present, wanting to find the monk who gave him this cup of tea, because Gu Yefeng deduced that if the person gave him this cup of tea, and knew that he was in a group of four, it meant that the person was watching them quietly somewhere.

But in the vast sea of people, Ye Feng couldn't find that mysterious person, but Ye Feng faintly felt that this person must have had something to do with him, and it happened not long ago, but he didn't care about it at the time.

"Who is it?"

This sentence couldn't be dispersed in Ye Feng's heart for a long time, he didn't know why, when he saw the note again, there was a flash of aura, but before Ye Feng could catch it, this auralight disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

This kind of feeling is rare since Ye Feng lost his memory, even if there is a trace of familiarity, he will find a suitable reason, and guess what he has lost in the memory he once lost, and this time Ye Feng doesn't know why this is at all, and he doesn't know why he can feel familiar when he sees those few words.

Subconsciously, Ye Feng took down a strand of his black hair, looking at the black hair in his hand, Ye Feng's eyes showed confusion, because Ye Feng didn't know what his memory was, because when he saw his black hair in the land of the gods, he actually felt a little strange, you must know that the body forged for him with the power of the barbarian god Liu Gang should be his original body, but he did not feel familiar in it, but strange.

This is the same as the inexplicable familiarity this time, but it is different, but it is different Ye Feng can't say what the specific difference is, but he feels that he must have seen this person, and the relationship between the two must be unusual.

Sighing lightly, Ye Feng closed his eyes gently, and when he opened them again, his eyes returned to the same clarity as before.

"I have no memory now, I can only survive with the help of the memory of the barbarian god Liu Gang, and there are many places in his memory that I can't see, maybe because I'm too weak.

However, it is not time to solve all this yet, and the top priority now is to buy back the three Wei Ling Sand and go back to pay for his life, since the Elder of the Sundries Sect thinks that I can't complete this task, then I have to see what kind of expression he has when I bring the three Wei Ling Sand back. ”

Half an hour passed quickly under Ye Feng's thoughts, only to see the middle-aged man before walking out of the back of the stage, followed by a young girl.

The woman held a plate on it, on which lay a bead of these three colors, the breath of which was so weak that she would never notice it without looking closely.

This bead didn't seem to be of much use to Ye Feng, but when this bead fell into the eyes of the other monks, they all showed surprised expressions, even Xuanyuan Xin was no exception.

"Presumably everyone knows about this thing, I won't introduce it here, the price starts at 100,000 spirit stones."

After the man's words fell, a monk in the audience immediately raised the price: "Two hundred thousand! ”

"Three hundred thousand!"

"Four hundred thousand!"

……

The sound of raising the price kept ringing, Ye Feng turned around with doubts and was about to ask Xuanyuan Xin what it was, but at this moment, from this group of monks, a trembling killing force swept towards Ye Feng, but when Ye Feng turned around, this murderous aura disappeared without a trace in an instant.

So that Ye Feng couldn't find out which direction the murderous aura came from at all.