Elder Shang nodded, and then stepped forward.

There is no one guarding the area around the Shenbing Pavilion, but there is an extremely terrifying formation.

Not to mention the invasion by foreign enemies, even members of the sect who break in without permission will be killed by the terrifying formation.

Elder Shang took out a token and slowly inserted it into the groove on the door.

"Boom!"

The next moment, the door opened.

Ye Fan followed Elder Shang and walked into the Shenbing Pavilion.

In an instant, Ye Fan only felt that the divine light was flickering in front of his eyes, the fairy light flickered, and the room was filled with radiance. He was dazzled and dizzy for a while.

It took him several seconds to get used to the dazzling light.

Looking closely, I saw that this was a very open space, the size of a standard football field. There were countless weapon racks inside, and densely packed magical weapons were placed on them.

Knife, spear, sword, halberd, axe, ax, hook, fork, whip, mace, hammer...

In addition to the conventional weapons of the Eighteenth Class, there are also uniquely shaped magical weapons such as bells, drums, tripods, lamps, fans, pens, bows, etc.

A rough estimate is that there are at least thousands of pieces.

Even after so many years, these magic weapons still exude a gleaming brilliance, which is extraordinary at first sight.

Ye Fan stepped forward and walked towards the nearest weapons rack, on which was placed a three-foot long sword.

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, wanting to pick it up and try it out.

Unexpectedly, where it started, it was as heavy as a billion pieces of stone, heavier than thousands of mountains, as if it carried the weight of a star.

"Bah!"

Ye Fan shouted loudly, stimulating his inner energy as if he refused to admit defeat, and his strength skyrocketed.

The power of one dragon, the power of two dragons, the power of three dragons...

Ye Fan suppressed his blush and raised his strength to the limit, with the strength of ten dragons, before he reluctantly raised the hilt of the sword.

However, it was impossible for him to swing freely!

"Boom!"

Ye Fan had no choice but to let go, and the long sword hit the weapon rack heavily.

He looked defeated, never expecting that even though he tried his best, he still couldn't pick up a sword.

However, Elder Shang next to him was dumbfounded. He looked incredulous and said tremblingly: "You...you actually raised this heavy sword?"

"Chongshenjian? Is this sword famous?" Ye Fan asked, with a curious look on his face.

"Of course!" Elder Shang nodded and explained: "This sword is the sword of the eighth generation sect master of Yunhai Xianmen. It is a middle-grade spiritual weapon of heaven level. The cores of ninety-nine stars are taken as materials and refined.

It took hundreds of years to finally condense this heavy divine sword! With the power of ten dragons, I can barely move this sword, but to fully control it, I need at least the power of a hundred dragons!"

Hearing these words, Ye Fan was secretly speechless. This heavy sword is too perverted.

Ninety-nine stars are compressed into the shape of a three-foot sword. How terrifying is the weight?
Chapter completed!