"Please look, this is the spiritual wine that we have brewed in Yunzhou for two thousand years."

With a wave of his hand, Zhu Kun took out two half-person-high wine jars from the storage bag, and then the spiritual energy flowed. The two huge wine jars fell into the middle of the high platform, making an extremely heavy sound.

These two wine jars, one black and one white, look clearly separated.

Looking at the two jars of wine, Zhu Kun's eyes flashed with a hint of light.

"No need to introduce it, everyone should know the old practices of our nine Star Palaces. Every two thousand years, my Yunzhou is responsible for refining a jar of top-quality spiritual wine, and at the same time, it constantly tempers the slags during the refining, and refining the slags that have been eliminated, and refining them into another jar of bitter wine."

"Two jars of wine, the best spiritual wine, are used to congratulate the forces that won the first place on the Golden List. As for bitter wine, they are used to encourage and encourage the Lord of the Star Palace at the end of the final ranking."

"And this time, I want to say a little more, the spiritual wine refined in Yunzhou consumes twice as much as the usual fairy grass. When the monk takes it, the effect of improving cultivation and spiritual consciousness is very good. As for bitter wine, it is definitely a pain that penetrates the intestines and hits the soul." Zhu Kun said proudly.

"I don't care how effective this spiritual wine is. I'm curious about why this bitter wine is so big that it was brewed with such a large jar. Wasn't it just a palm-sized jar in the past?" Song Muyun frowned.

"Are you trying to make a palace master present foolishly in public?"

Song Muyun's words are not about finding fault.

In Jiuzhou, the best place to brew spiritual wine is Yunzhou.

Including the Silver Dragon Spirit Wine that Qincheng had pitted from Han Sen before, it was also a thing from Yunzhou.

But no matter how good the spiritual wine is, it will be rewarded to the top-ranked forces in Chenwu Forest. Ninety-nine percent will fall into Ying Han's hands this time.

On the contrary, this bitter wine will probably fall on Yan Wangshu or Qin Xue's heads.

"Prince Song, what did you say? Do you determine that Palace Master Yan or Palace Master Qin, and you will lose this time?" Zhu Kun sneered.

"I don't mean that, I'm talking about the wine jar." Song Muyun said.

"Haha, the rule was just a jar of wine, but I never mentioned the size of the jar." Zhu Kun smiled and explained.

"If you don't believe it, you can ask fellow Taoists, there are big and small wine jars every year. Although there are too many bitter wines this time, how different is spiritual wine?"

Zhu Kun's eyes swept across everyone, and many of the Star Palace masters bowed their heads to drink tea, and remained silent.

Zhu Kun's attitude is 80% representative of Ying Han, and no one wants to offend Longzhou innocently.

"But if you think it's too much, then that's better. In the past few times, whether it's Gyeongju or Selangor lost, it was the Palace Master Song who blocked the wine for them. If the Palace Master drinks bitter wine by himself this time, he can only get a small jar."

Zhu Kun looked at the three of them with a smile.

"I don't need to drink a sip," Song Muyun said angrily.

Zhu Kun, this bastard, deliberately refined a half-person-high wine jar to serve bitter wine with bitter souls. This was obviously aimed at Yan Wangshu and Qin Xue.

"Is the Lord of the Song Dynasty going to break the tens of millions of years of our Jiuzhou?" Zhu Kun's face darkened this time and he directly put on a big hat.

"Of course I don't mean that."

"What do you mean?"

Seeing the two of them being at odds again, Ying Han had no intention of dissuading them this time. He sipped the spiritual tea at will, as if he was watching a show.

Immediately afterwards, several palace lords spoke.

"Master Song, this is your wrong thing. This wine-finishing routine has been used in ancient times. How could you abandon the inheritance just because you were afraid of losing?" The Lord of Star Palace in Youzhou spoke first.

Their three states are in the same group, so they naturally have to stand up for Zhu Kun.

"That's right, I think Yanyunzhou also drank the first wine. Could it be that he could take advantage of it but he could not suffer any losses."

But what made Song Muyun frown, the palace lord of Mingzhou actually agreed.


Chapter completed!