"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 with a very 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.

This is rare. Could it be that the attitude of the originally neutral three states has also changed subtly?

"Mr. Hong means that if you are at the end in the end, you will also drink a full jar?" Song Muyun sneered.

It’s fine if Yunzhou and Youzhou are also half-baked, and Mingzhou is very powerful and is often ranked last. He dares to say such things.

"Of course, if I am ranked last in Mingzhou, I will swallow this bitter wine. Not to mention the small jar, I will never say anything about this big jar."

Lord Hong narrowed his eyes and seemed to be determined to express his support.

Song Muyun glanced at Ying Han beside him. No wonder this guy didn't say a word. Perhaps he had known for a long time that Mingzhou's attitude had changed.

"Brother Song, there is no need to get angry. If we lose later, we can drink it ourselves."

Seeing this, Yan Wangshu dissuaded.

"Yes, at worst, you can just swallow a small jar of bitter wine. You helped us a lot before, so let's do it ourselves this time." Qin Xue also said.

Now the Palace Master of Jiuzhou and Mingzhou are all standing on Longzhou side. Even if the vote is in the end, they are likely to lose.

By then, if you violate the rules of Jiuzhou for tens of millions of years, you obviously cannot do this, otherwise you will become the target of Jiuzhou's criticism.

"But your cultivation has only declined twice..."

Song Muyun looked entangled.

This bitter wine is a trick. Although it will not affect the cultivation level, it is as painful as the soul. The two women's cultivation level is lower than the first level, which is even more difficult to bear.

Moreover, the previous star lights and current Golden List, Gyeongju and Selangor are ranked very poorly.

Buzz!

Just as Song Muyun was talking, the void suddenly trembled above the square.

A piece of space is twisted, and it seems that many monks are coming along the space channel.

"Look, it's the monk who participated in the Morning Mist Forest Trial has come out!"

"This time there are so many people. It should be a group of monks from a certain state. Let's go here together."

"It's just seven days old, so it should be Longzhou."

This topic was temporarily put down, and everyone's attention on the platform also turned to the sky.

"It was Yu Ci and the others who came back."

Feeling the void shaking, figures were solidifying, and Ying Han also smiled.

One, two, ten...

Gradually, figures appeared in the air, and when the monks appeared, the name of Longzhou, which was the top of the gold list that fell from the sky, was also shining brightly.

Every monk who successfully condenses and transmits the mark and arrives here will be recorded on the Golden List and become a result belonging to the state.

Although the ranking of the top ranking in Longzhou will not change after Ying Yuci and others appear, Guanghua is several times stronger than before, which is also a manifestation of strength.

"Look, the personal gold list has also changed."

And that is, after Ying Yuci appeared, on a golden list hanging down on the other side, the neatly arranged names suddenly moved collectively toward the bottom, and a golden name appeared at the top of the list.

Longzhou and Ying Yuci both ranked first in both lists.
Chapter completed!