A few days later, even the careless Emperor Beiming and the four of them found a few high-grade spiritual weapons, but Yun Chujiu still found nothing.

Although Di Beiming and the others wanted to give the high-grade spirit weapons they got to Yun Chujiu, those high-grade spirit weapons were desperately hiding back under the command of the machine spirit, obviously unwilling to recognize Yun Chujiu as the master.

Yun Chujiu was furious: "Damn! You don't want to recognize me as the master, I'm not rare to you?!A bunch of little wastes! I'm looking for at least the immortal artifact level! Maybe I can still find an artifact!"

The ideal is plump, the reality is skinny, and a few days have passed, not to mention immortal weapons and artifacts, Yun Chujiu hasn't even found a spiritual weapon.

Another few days have passed, and the people who entered the Ancient Sword Shrine have basically found high-grade spiritual weapons, and some people have even found several, but only Yun Chujiu still hasn't found anything.

Blood Wuji comforted Yun Chujiu at the beginning, good food is not afraid of being late or something, but later he was unable to complain, if it goes on like this, let alone good food, it is estimated that he will not be able to eat the bad rice.

At this time, everyone has reached the depths of the ancient sword mound, and everyone is like being beaten with chicken blood, and they are looking harder, and they may find immortal weapons here.

Yun Chujiu felt that there was little hope, so he simply didn't look for it, sat on the ground, took out a spirit fruit and gnawed it, alas, I can only relieve my sadness by eating!

Blood Wuji felt that something staggered his feet, and when he raised his feet to look, his narrow phoenix eyes suddenly flashed a little surprised: "Haha! Blessed people don't need to be busy, it turned out to be an immortal-level measuring ruler." ”

Hearing Xue Wuji say this, everyone gathered around, only to see that Blood Wuji was holding a glorious measuring ruler in his hand, the body of the ruler was made of 10,000-year-old fine iron, and the handle was also made of the extinct iron core divine wood, which was indeed an immortal weapon.

Everyone was envious, although some people showed greed, but when they saw the unfathomable cultivation of the blood, they immediately dispelled their thoughts.

Blood Wuji handed the measuring ruler in front of Yun Chujiu: "Little Ninth Sister, I've given it to you!"

Before Yun Chujiu could make a statement, the measuring ruler flew behind Xue Wuji all of a swoop, obviously not wanting to see Yun Chujiu.

The anger that had been accumulating in Yun Chujiu's heart for many days finally broke out, and he crossed his waist and pointed at the measuring ruler and scolded: "Damn! You still dislike me? Look at the strange appearance you look at, not to mention the sharpness of the blade, and you still learn the shape of other people's swords! You learn a little like this, you don't even have a sword blade! You are an idiot! You are a little bitch who is not even as good as a sword!"

The measuring ruler trembled violently, obviously angry, thinking that my dignified immortal weapon was so insulted by you, even if I couldn't bear it!

The measuring ruler was wrapped in the power of the ancients and slapped towards Yun Chujiu!

Yun Chujiu naturally wouldn't stay where he was and let it smash, and after this thing dodged, he scolded even harder: "You little bitch, you still want to shoot me?! You shameless! Look at your stupid appearance, and return the immortal weapon? Bah! You little bitch with eyes and no beads!"

Since he had consciousness, he had never suffered such humiliation, and he fell directly to the ground with a choked sound, and he was stunned by Yun Chujiu alive.

Yun Chujiu touched his nose: "Brother Wuji, the psychological endurance of this measuring ruler is too poor, so you should keep it yourself." ”