The crowd that had yet to disperse looked at Ye Feng curiously. They wanted to see how he would take out this sword.
From the looks of it, he could only take it out by breaking the bluestone brick.
But Ye Feng did not do that. He bent down and grabbed the sword hilt. He immediately felt a connection of blood.
It was as if he could see the painstaking effort that Master Ou Yezi had put into forging this sword more than 2,000 years ago.
At this moment, he felt like he had traveled through time and space.
The surrounding crowd looked at each other.
"This kid can't be thinking of pulling it out like this, right? It can't be, right?"
"Yeah, so many people have tried just now, but none of them could pull it out. He doesn't think he can, right?"
"Look at how skinny this kid is. If he can pull it out, then he'll be a ghost."
"If he can pull it out, I'll go eat sh*t."