"Let's go. We're going in," Yue Haitang said when she noticed Luo Feng stopping suddenly.
"Alright."
Luo Feng glanced at Yue Haitang.
He noted that Yue Haitang and the others hadn't paid any attention to the bronze tripod's abnormality. It seemed only those with strong Soul Power could sense anything strange.
The two walked side by side beneath the bronze tripod and entered Linbao Pavilion.
Various weapons hung on the walls inside the pavilion: sabers, spears, swords, halberds, hammers, whips... All eighteen kinds of weapons were present, but most of them were swords.
For some unknown reason, most people in the True Martial Continent admired the Sword Dao, holding it in high esteem and considering all other Martial Arts second-rate.
Luo Feng disagreed with this.
The area was crowded with martial artists, all selecting their favored weapons.
Luo Feng looked at the weapon rack to the side and shook his head.
