At this moment, a familiar female voice, around seventeen or eighteen years old, rang out, angrily cursing Wang Feng.
"Master, don't believe him. This boy is a liar. You never used to have any contact with men. How did you end up being bewitched by this little thief?"
"You scoundrel, I killed you ten thousand years ago... Waaaaah...!"
Jiang Hanxi was surprised that Han Jian, who had been silent all along, would suddenly start cursing Wang Feng and bring up past events.
Wang Feng glanced at Han Jian, whose mouth was sealed, and his lips twitched involuntarily. He really regretted not kicking Han Jian a couple of times when he could control it.
Well then, since it's my wife's sword, I'll wait for another opportunity... and then kiss Jiang Hanxi in front of it.
"Ahem, my dear princess, let's go, it's time to go into the palace."
Wang Feng extended five hands, each adorned with a storage ring, and presented them to Jiang Hanxi, as if joking yet genuinely respectful.
Jiang Hanxi trembled upon hearing those words, thinking that Wang Feng was mocking her status as the Palace Master.
But for some reason, Jiang Hanxi felt inexplicably nauseous at Wang Feng's words, and her grip on the cold sword tightened involuntarily.
"Waaaaah!!"
Han Jian clearly sensed it, or perhaps he wasn't satisfied with just cursing, so he started whimpering.
Wang Feng ignored Han Jian's voice, but Han Jian's howls reminded him of the storage ring on his finger.
The thought that wearing heavy gloves might hurt Jiang Hanxi's delicate hands was unsettling.
Thinking of this, Wang Feng quickly reached out and pulled off all the colorful storage rings on his fingers, throwing them into the spirit pouch at his waist.
Only then did he slowly extend his hand again, in front of countless cultivators and demonic beasts within a radius of a hundred meters.
However, most cultivators didn't have time to pay attention to this, as they were frantically fighting against the charging demonic beasts or enemies.
The scene of fierce fighting contrasted sharply with Wang Feng's side.
Just like a erotic painting, the cultivators fighting around Wang Feng and Jiang Hanxi were treated as background figures.
It adds a touch of fierce, intense, and bloody violence to the romantic theme.
There weren't many Heavenly Origin Realm cultivators around, and even those who noticed the two of them showed great apprehension in their eyes.
With Jiang Hanxi's cold sword and Wang Feng's punch that killed so many people, Jiang Hanxi's aura at the fifth level of the Breaking Yuan Realm was comparable to that of the ninth level of the Breaking Yuan Realm.
According to many cultivators, these two individuals are extremely extraordinary, which is one of the reasons why many cultivators dare not make a move.
Besides, we'll be fighting for the treasures in the palace later, so instead of causing trouble for these two, we should save our energy for running away or fighting later.
At this moment, Jiang Hanxi hesitated for a moment when she saw Wang Feng's strong hand, but finally slowly reached out her slender left hand and took it.
"Waaaaah!!!..."
Now, the cold sword in Jiang Hanxi's right hand howled even louder.
Because its owner kept gagging it, it became too lazy to care about their messy affairs for a while.
Now that I'm awake, how far has things progressed between these two sworn enemies who are always at each other's throats?! ? ?
"obedient."
Jiang Hanxi gently soothed the cold sword, and then... completely shut down its incessant howling.
Wang Feng immediately felt much more at ease. He smiled at Jiang Hanxi, taking advantage of the moment when her eyes were still fixed on the cold sword.
He gave her a quick kiss on the cool, beautiful profile, then quickly pulled his head back, beaming with delight.
Without waiting for her face to gradually warm up, he grabbed her and flew towards the palace entrance below.
Whether the cold sword saw it, or saw it, or saw it, it trembled wildly in Jiang Hanxi's hand as if it had gone mad.
"Sword, your master is already my wife, so give up resisting, or you'll be in for a world of trouble."
Wang Feng pulled Jiang Hanxi to a doorway in front of the palace and cheerfully began to persuade Han Jian.
"My wife, don't you think so?"
After hearing this, Jiang Hanxi remained silent for a moment, as if she was considering whether to strike the weapon that had been with her for tens of thousands of years.
That's right, it's a blow! Jiang Hanxi was afraid that if she said it out loud, it would probably deal a heavy blow to the spirit of the Cold Sword.
"My wife..."
Seeing that she wouldn't talk, Wang Feng gradually put his arm around Jiang Hanxi's waist, wanting to get closer to her and be affectionate for a while.
This time, Jiang Hanxi didn't let his trick succeed. She pried his strong arm apart and even hit him.
"Um......"
But she still admitted it in a low voice. It wasn't in her nature to be afraid to admit what she had done; she rarely lied in her life.
"My wife is so good, here's a kiss as a reward."
As Wang Feng spoke, he pouted and tried to move closer to Jiang Hanxi, but as he expected, Jiang Hanxi blocked him with her palm.
"don't want."
Jiang Hanxi used her palm to block Wang Feng's approaching lips, pushing him away.
If we kiss later, I'm afraid I'll have to be carried away...
The cold sword in Jiang Hanxi's hand slowly stopped trembling, whether it had resigned itself to its fate or was speechless with anger at its master, Jiang Hanxi.
Wang Feng and his companion walked hand in hand into the palace before them, stepping over the threshold and entering.
When they finally stepped inside, they saw the entire palace, with countless doors on the endless walls in the distance.
Behind each magnificent gate seemed to lie a treasure palace, waiting for cultivators to explore.
Of course, Wang Feng and Jiang Hanxi were not the only two people in the palace; there were also countless cultivators who entered from other entrances.
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