"Let's see what good stuff there is!"
He Pingsheng chuckled. "If there's anything good, I'll give you a share later!"
As he spoke, He Pingsheng first extended his divine sense into the ring.
Beside him, Wen Buwan shook her head. "I don't want anything!"
"How could that do?" He Pingsheng examined the items inside the ring as he declared with righteous conviction, "Since you're following me, you'll have to act when danger comes, won't you?"
"Even if you can't help me withstand other people's attacks, you should at least have the strength to protect yourself, right?"
"I'll tailor a few powerful immortal arts for you. If there are immortal artifacts, all the better. You could become a source of help to me, too!"
"All right!" At these words, Wen Buwan took a deep breath and nodded. "I was being narrow-minded. You thought things through more thoroughly, Brother!"
He Pingsheng looked through the ring. There were many immortal crystals inside, but aside from those, there wasn't much of value.
He put away the immortal crystals and tossed the ring aside.
Next, he examined the bracelet.
There were quite a few items at hand.
He Pingsheng immediately took out a crimson flying sword. Earlier, Duan Nanfeng had relied on this flying sword as her main means of attack.
Upon inspection, this flying sword's grade was quite high!
A fifth-grade immortal artifact, of low-grade quality.
It bore a total of forty-nine layers of restrictions!
"This is good!" He Pingsheng stroked the flying sword in his hand and asked, "Junior Sister Wen, what spirit root do you have?"
Even now, He Pingsheng still didn't know what spirit root she had!
"If you have a fire spirit root, this flying sword would suit you."
"No!" Wen Buwan shook her head. "Mine is a mutated wood