When everyone saw Jun Yimo returning empty-handed, they started to laugh at him in a hurry.

"I'm just saying, a waste material is a waste material! Since she didn't come out so late, she knows that no spiritual weapon can defeat her, and she won't be able to tell the truth until the time comes!" Jun Feifei glanced at Jun Yimo arrogantly.

He glanced at him and said coldly.

The look was extremely disdainful, as if looking at her again was a waste of her time.

Although the others were not as sarcastic as Jun Feifei, they all exchanged sarcasm in low voices.

"Yi Mo, it's okay. Forget it if you don't get the spiritual weapon, you may have other opportunities in the future!" Jun Tingwei came over and hugged her thin shoulders, comforting her.

Jun Yimo finally recovered from the surprise of the storage space and smiled softly at Jun Tingwei, "Dad, I'm fine."

"Huh, of course it's okay! I'm afraid I didn't even see a spiritual weapon, right?" Jun Feifei muttered disdainfully.

Jun Yimo secretly felt funny and asked deliberately, "I wonder, Jun Feifei, how many more spiritual weapons did you see in Xuantian Pavilion?"

Jun Feifei laughed proudly, "Oh, let me count! One, two, three... I saw a total of six spiritual weapons! Alas, it's a pity that we are in Xuantian Pavilion

We can't see each other inside, otherwise sister, I would have given you a spiritual weapon, sister, which is really a pity!"

As soon as she finished speaking, several other young members of the Jun family let out low exclamations.

Jun Yimo couldn't help but wonder, is six a lot? Is six worth being surprised?

Six spiritual weapons are enough to make her, Jun Feifei, happy like this?

If they knew that they had seen the fifty or sixty spiritual weapons inside and brought them all out, what would their expressions be like?

Jun Yimo smiled faintly, then turned to look at his cousin Jun Zihao, "Cousin Zihao, how many spiritual weapons did you see?"

Jun Zihao looked at Yimo tenderly, "I saw nine spiritual weapons. Yimo, I believe that once you develop spiritual power in the future, you will have the same fate as you. Don't be discouraged."

After hearing Jun Zihao's number, Jun Feifei's originally proud face suddenly fell.

"Haha! Okay, very good!" The great elder clapped his hands happily and smiled, his loud voice resounding throughout the secret room.

"Zihao, Feifei, you two are the future hope of our Jun family! If you can attract so many spiritual weapons at the same time, your future achievements in cultivation will definitely not be worse than those of us old guys. Haha!

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The other two elders also nodded in agreement, and even Jun Tingwei had to admit that this was indeed true.

Jun Yimo kept a calm smile, watching their joy and excitement like a passerby.

She had no intention of telling what happened to her in Xuantian Pavilion, firstly because the whole thing was unbelievable, and secondly because she, a person with no spiritual power, had obtained so many spiritual weapons.

It makes people jealous, and thirdly, Xuantian Pavilion suddenly lost so many things, and the three elders of the Jun family might not be willing to do so.

So she decided to continue pretending that she didn't get anything!

When her strength permits, it won't be too late to confess all this to her father.

At that time, she could also find a way to return the spiritual weapons she no longer needed to Xuantian Pavilion.
Chapter completed!