"A good thing, just a small bite, contains so much spiritual energy. If I finished it in one bite, I would have to burst out my energy."

After shaking his head and talking to himself for a few words, Li Xiaoyao couldn't help but take another bite. He didn't swallow it raw, and slowly refine it, otherwise his body would not be able to bear it.

After a few times, it was completely refined. Li Xiaoyao found that there was some black dirt on the surface of his body, and there was a foul smell mixed in it, which made him sneeze repeatedly.

He ignored it and took a third bite. This time he bit a little too much, and the fragrant and juicy flesh almost lifted the clouds and ascended. He quickly stabilized his mind, used his skills, and continued to refine it.

Next, for five or six days, Li Xiaoyao was immersed in refining the thousand-year-old red fruit. On the seventh day, Li Xiaoyao opened his eyes and found a thick layer of black dirt all over his body. The stench smell emitted was extremely strong, which was several times more odor than being taken out of the cesspool.

He could no longer bear it. With a thought, the water from the surrounding lake sprayed over, which was even more fierce than the heavy rain. Soon, it washed his whole body clean.

He moved a long way, and came a few hundred meters away, looking at the rippling lake.

Seeing that my originally dark skin was replaced by whiteness and tenderness (not the kind of whiteness and tenderness that was not known to people in the boudoir, but the healthy whiteness and tenderness that was white and red). The skin texture also became extremely delicate, three points stronger than that of a baby, and the energy that exuded all over the body was radiant.

His face showed joy.

When he thought of something, he sniffed it with his nose. Not only did he not smell any odor, but he also had a fragrance of plants and trees.

"Not bad, not bad..."

After talking to himself with a smile, Li Xiaoyao put the remaining two thousand-year-old fruits into his arms with a care. For a moment, his chest was full of bulge.

Thinking of Zhao Ling'er who had not seen for a few days, Li Xiaoyao's handsome and fair face showed a knowing smile: "Ling'er, following the Taoist priest, must not be treated like the direct disciple of the head sect like me. I will give her one, and I think the head sect will not blame him."

After saying that, he let out a light shout from his throat: "Ling Ri"

A fiery red sword, dragging its long light tail, flew over from a steep mountain two or three thousand meters high in the distance, and came close to it in a blink of an eye.

This sword was many times better than the sword he used to use as his master when he arrived in Shushan.

He reached out and gently stroked the sword body, as if he was stroking his lover. A hint of heat came from above, reminding him of Cao Yi's red sword.

"I don't know if it's Master Cao's power or mine."

Li Xiaoyao muttered in a low voice.

Ling Ri seemed impatient to wait, making a harsh buzzing sound.

Li Xiaoyao came to his senses and shouted: "Big"

The Lingri Sword is like the Ruyi Golden Cudgel that can grow bigger and smaller by itself, and suddenly becomes more than three feet long, lying across the slightly turbid lake surface.

Li Xiaoyao jumped and landed lightly on the Lingri Sword. Then, he rushed into the blue and cloudless sky, circled around the floating island with four or five circles, and according to his memory, he flew slowly towards the floating island where Cao Yi was.

...

Time went back a few days ago, on the mountain peaks that were 1,000 meters high, weeds and small trees that grew up again as the mountain wind blew, like a green ocean.

On a large bluestone with a smooth and transparent surface, Cao Yi was using his skills to refine more than a dozen thousand-year-old red fruits he had just swallowed, and his body was covered with red medicine, hazy and unclear.

Not far away, under the thousand-year-old red fruit tree. Zhao Linger and Jiang were also refining the thousand-year-old red fruit. Their cultivation was not high and they could only refine two at a time.

A few hours later.

"I will help you"

Cao Yi's voice fell, and released two rays of soul lights, entering Zhao Ling'er and Jiang's body.

With the powerful power of the soul, he helped the two of them to refine.

The refining speed of the two men suddenly accelerated, and the rich medicinal power rushed out of the sea of ​​qi like a surging torrent, continuously washing the meridians of the two men, and finally gathered in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The effect is very obvious. The two of them have increased their cultivation level by more than three points in just one quarter of an hour.

In order to continue to improve the cultivation of the two, Cao Yi continued to use the refining of thousand-year-old fruit as spiritual energy, strengthen the meridians of the two, broaden the sea of ​​consciousness and qi, and improve the purity of the two of them.

In a flash, two days of sight, seeing that their physiques had increased greatly and could already block the impact of more spiritual energy, Cao Yi retreated.

Half a day later, Zhao Ling'er and Jiang woke up one after another.

He glanced at each other and spit out a bit of a muddy spiritual energy.

"Why did you stop?"

Cao Yi spoke.

"Can the Taoist priest stop?"

Zhao Ling'er frowned slightly and begged.

"Look at the fruits on the trees"

Cao Yi said without raising his head.

Zhao Ling'er raised her bright eyes and saw that most of the remaining red fruits on the thousand-year-old red fruit tree had severe spiritual energy, and she felt very distressed.

"It's so wasteful to just watch the loss of the thousand-year-old Zhuguo spiritual energy."

After saying that, Jiang, who was standing aside, reached out to pick a thousand-year-old red fruit and continued to refine it.

Seeing this, Zhao Ling'er also picked a thousand-year-old red fruit and refined it.

A few days later, Zhao Ling'er woke up again, glanced at the remaining thousand-year-old red fruit tree on the tree, and said with a bitter expression: "I can't refine it anymore."

"If it really doesn't work, forget it."

Cao Yi did not continue to force Zhao Ling'er.

Jiang, beside Zhao Ling'er, also stopped hearing this.

At this time, a familiar aura approached the floating island.

Cao Yi looked up at the distance and saw a fiery red light flying towards him.

It’s not someone else, it’s Li Xiaoyao who practiced with the Sword Saint.

"Brother Xiaoyao is here"

Zhao Ling'er stood up happily with a face full of joy.

"Ling'er, I have something good to give to you."

Before Li Xiaoyao arrived, the voice arrived first.

"What?"

Zhao Linger's little face was full of expectations.

"The spiritual objects of heaven and earth can only be obtained by the direct disciples of the head."

Li Xiaoyao's voice was very proud.

The smile on Zhao Linger's face froze. The torture of these few days has caused her to have a psychological shadow on the spiritual objects in the world.

"Master, open the formation guarding the Immortal Island."

Li Xiaoyao's voice came.

Every floating island has a guardian formation.

On the one hand, it can prevent spiritual energy from leaking, and on the other hand, it can resist enemies.

As the spokesperson of the God Realm in the human world, Shushan has always had many enemies.

Cao Yi instantly unraveled the formation to protect the floating island according to the secret technique given by the Sword Saint when he first arrived.

Li Xiaoyao stared at a smiling face and landed on the ground.

Then, he saw a tree of thousand-year-old fruit whose spiritual energy was about to be lost. A handsome face condensed.
Chapter completed!