These huge blue grasses are arranged side by side, leaf after leaf, woven into a dome. In the center of the dome hang numerous fruits, long or short.

The skin of these fruits is blue and transparent, and it is shaped like a vase. The slender mouth of the bottle has a large belly, and a leaf tube under the belly is often connected to the blue grass path, and the mouth of the bottle has a thin fruit pedicle like a lid.

When Zhu Yu passed by, these lid-like fruit pedicles opened, and countless blue light spots ran out from the mouth of the bottle, burrowing into Zhu Yu's body from pores, noses, mouths, and other places.

It hurts!

The whole body was like being pricked by needles, dense, and the pain was fine and dense, one after another.

She opened her mouth wide and cried for help, only to find that this would only allow the blue points of light to enter. She pulled her legs and tried to quickly cross the corridor, but was interrupted by the sound of pots and pots.

"Xiao Yu'er, don't run! Hold on!" Brother Guo looked at her trembling with pain, and her mung bean-sized eyes showed a trace of unbearability, "These are all good things, the more you can absorb them, the better it will be for you." Walk slowly, sucking as much as you can. ”

Zhu Yu barely pulled out a look, really?

"The pot master never tells lies!" Brother Guo raised his eyebrows, his mung bean-sized eyes flashed with fine light, looking at the surrounding phantom spirit grass, revealing an evil smile, "I didn't expect your sect here to spend so much money." These are all phantom grasses, which can refine the body.

If you can't hold on, you'll be teleported, which means you've failed the assessment. ”

"How does this work?"

She shuddered and spat out the words, letting the blue light burrow into her body. She is in charge of her life, and she must become an immortal.

The blue bottle above his head constantly sprinkled blue dots of light into the meridians and spread throughout his body with the blood. Every time the muscles up and down Zhu Yu's body were penetrated by these points of light.

Although she almost couldn't hold on several times, she gritted her teeth and listened.

As the saying goes, after the storm, it is a rainbow.

After the extreme pain, Zhu Yu rushed to a breath of oxygen. This oxygen is only a little bit at first, and it slowly becomes more and more itchy.

Brother Guo flew up in the air, stopped in front of Zhu Yu, looked at her body from top to bottom, and kept shaking his head, "You are so empty! If you can handle the pain, absorb it as much as you can. The more you absorb, the more you can play a role in consolidating the foundation. Come on, baby, I'm optimistic about you!"

After finishing speaking, he threw a wink at Zhu Yu, and Brother Guo ran directly to the phantom grass and kept flying to check.

Oxygen!

Oxygen to the bones!

However, this oxygen is not the oxygen of the skin and flesh, and it cannot be scratched.

Zhu Yu gritted his teeth, stood in place, held his breath, and clenched his hands into fists, only in order to hold back the blurted out "!"

At this moment, only Peng Shandaoren's words can express her feelings.

Sweat rained down on her forehead, wetting the malnourished yellow hair on her forehead. These shredded hair were messily glued to his face, blocking some of his vision, but Zhu Yu didn't care about tidying up.

Red and fiery, in a trance.

Zhu Yu stood in place, constantly absorbing the blue points of light. As time passed, the yellow hair on her forehead slowly turned black, and the originally dry and split hair slowly became shiny and elastic.

The blue dots of light absorb more and more slowly, until they can no longer absorb much.

Zhu Yu opened her eyes, and her vision was even better, so clear that she could even see the tiny fluff on the blue leaves in the pot hand.

Wait!Blue blades?

How did the pot pluck the leaves of the fairy grass?

Zhu Yu hurriedly swept around, and every time she saw a piece of grass, she was a little more worried in her heart.

A few nearby phantom grasses had just sprouted and the young leaves had all been picked. These young leaves are no more than an inch long, and each one is a crystal blue, which is purer than the one in the fruit, and the aura fluctuations emitted are more gentle.

"Guo Guo, why did you pick all these young leaves?" Zhu Yu looked around in a panic, and found that no one was relieved, and saw Guo Guo pick up a young leaf and come to the side of the pot and whispered: "These are all immortal things, what if the immortal blames it?"

Zhu Yu touched the phantom spirit grass, and his heart was panicked. These grasses must be expensive. After absorbing the light spots, she visibly felt stronger. On the premise that one bucket of water is tired, and now three buckets are lifted without rest.

If the spirit stone is not enough to compensate, will the immortals take the pot away?

Zhu Yuyi snatched the tender leaves from the pot in his hand, "I can't eat anymore." What if there are not enough spirit stones? I don't know if there is a shortage of immortals to work. I'm also a monk now, so if I work, I should be given spirit stones. ”

She already planned that if the spirit stone was not enough, she would work for the pot to redeem herself. Thinking of this, Zhu Yu's heart finally settled down.

"Why do you still have young leaves in your hands?" Zhu Yu glared at the pot with a huff, and found that the pot took out another handful of leaves from nowhere, chewed and ate it.

"Of course I hid it just now. Guo Guo looked at Zhu Yu's angry accusation, and added flatteringly: "Xiao Yu'er, don't worry. Think about it, did the immortals say that these young leaves can't be picked?"

Zhu Yu shook his head, "It seems that I haven't said it yet." But the immortals didn't say they could pick these?"

"Of course, I can't say it explicitly. Guo Guo thought for a while and continued: "Didn't you say that it was an assessment? Since it is an assessment, it must be your eyesight that is tested." You can see it, it's yours. ”

After speaking, Brother Guo smashed his mouth, it should be like this. It remembered that the Pengshan Dao people had said so before.

"Could it be that this is my chance?!" Zhu Yu opened his round eyes, and his eyes were full of joy, "The Fairy Cookbook said that immortals have their own chances. Some immortals were hunted down, fell off the cliff and picked up the secret, and became Yuanying monks in less than a hundred years. There are also immortals who accidentally entered the secret realm, but they didn't expect to find a 10,000-year-old spirit grass. Pot, do you think this is just chance?"

Brother Guo was also surprised when he heard this, it turned out that this was an opportunity.

In this way, Zhu Yu looked at the phantom spirit grass that exuded blue light around him, and felt much more pleasing to the eye and kind, as if the person who was tortured just now and wanted to curse was not himself.

Zhu Yu, who didn't understand anything, and a pot and pot with half a jar of water, were so successfully fooled and lame by Peng Shan Daoren.

Brother Guo picked up a young leaf and stuffed it into his mouth, intoxicated to taste the aura in the leaf, and his mung bean-sized eyes narrowed into a point of enjoyment.

Zhu Yu was very envious, but it was a pity that she couldn't chew and eat it directly like a pot. Although the aura in these young leaves is soft, it contains a lot of aura.

Except for a very small number of precious spiritual materials, almost all of the spiritual materials on the Yuansha Continent contain aura, which cannot be taken directly, and must be treated with special techniques before monks can take them.

The aura and anger in the spiritual material are like the two sides of yin and yang, the lonely yin does not grow, and the lonely yang does not grow.

Zhu Yu reached out and plucked a young leaf and put it in the palm of his hand.

"These leaves are so beautiful, even more beautiful than the flower clothes that Sun Yueyue and her mother made for her. It's the first time I've seen a fairy grass with such powerful aura fluctuations. ”

Brother Guo rolled his eyes and pouted, "I don't know, it's just a first-order spirit grass." ”

Zhu Yu snorted, she was happy anyway. She glanced at the long corridor that couldn't be seen, so many young leaves, how many spirit stones did she know.

With the spirit stone, she can make herself a favorite spoon, Peng Shan Dao people said that to become a good spirit cook, it is not enough to have a good pot, but also need a matching spoon.

Thinking that these young leaves didn't know how many spirit stones they could be replaced, Zhu Yu's action of picking leaves was a little faster. There are fewer and fewer young leaves on the phantom grass, and Zhu Yu's burden is getting more and more bulging.

And all this, the disciples of the sect who were in charge of the Immortal Ascension Conference outside didn't know anything about it. By the time they found out, the Phantom Spirit Grass was about to be bald.