"Everyone, please see, this is the spiritual wine that our Yunzhou has spent two thousand years brewing."

With a wave of his hand, Zhu Kun took out two half-person-high wine jars from his storage bag. Then, as his spiritual energy circulated, the two huge wine jars landed in the middle of the high platform with a thud, making a very heavy sound.

These two wine jars, one black and one white, look distinct.

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

"I don't need to introduce it. Everyone should know the old practices of our Nine Star Palaces. Every two thousand years, I, Yunzhou, are responsible for refining a jar of top-quality spiritual wine. At the same time, the refining process is constantly tempered into dregs and eliminated.

The dregs of the wine are refined into another jar of bitter wine.”

"The two jars of wine, that top-quality spiritual wine, are used to congratulate the force that achieved first place on the gold list during this trial. As for the bitter wine, it is used to encourage the Star Palace Master who finally ranked at the bottom."

"And this time, what I want to say is that the spirit wine refined in Yunzhou this time consumes twice as much fairy grass as usual. When the monk takes it, the effect of improving his cultivation and spiritual consciousness is very

Not bad. As for the bitter wine, it is definitely a bitter medicine that penetrates the intestines and directly hits the pain of the soul." Zhu Kun said proudly.

"Wait a minute, I don't care how effective this spiritual wine is. I'm just curious about why this bitter wine needs to be brewed in such a big jar. Wasn't it just a palm-sized wine jar in the past?" Song Muyun frowned.

"Are you doing this to make a certain palace lord present embarrassed in public?"

Song Muyun's words were not looking for trouble.

Within the Kyushu continent, the best place for brewing spiritual wine is Yunzhou.

Including the Silver Dragon Spirit Wine that Qin Cheng had stolen from Han Sen before, it was also a product of Yunzhou.

But no matter how good the spiritual wine is, if it is rewarded to the number one force in Morning Mist Forest, 99% of it will fall into Ying Han's hands this time.

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

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

"I didn't mean that. I was talking about the problem of the wine jar." Song Muyun said.

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

"If you don't believe me, you can ask fellow Taoists, every year the wine jars are big or small. Although there is a lot of bitter wine this time, how much spiritual wine is there?"

Zhu Kun glanced at everyone. Many Xingchen Palace Masters lowered their heads to drink tea and remained silent.

Zhu Kun's attitude probably represents Ying Han, and no one wants to offend Long Zhou innocently.

"But if you think it's too much, then that's fine. In the past few heaven-reaching meetings, whether Qingzhou or Seolju lost, it was Palace Master Song who blocked the wine for them. This time, if Palace Master drinks the bitter wine himself, you can

Just take a small jar."

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

"I don't even need to take a sip." Song Muyun said angrily.

Zhu Kun, the bastard, deliberately made a wine jar half as tall as a man to hold the bitter wine that arouses the soul. This was obviously aimed at Yan Wangshu and Qin Xue.

"Could it be that Palace Master Song wants to break the thousands-year-old practice of our Kyushu?" Zhu Kun's face darkened this time, and he directly slapped a big hat on him.

"Of course that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?"

Seeing that the two of them were at war with each other again, this time Ying Han showed no intention to dissuade him. He sipped the spirit tea casually, as if watching a play.

Immediately afterwards, several palace masters spoke.

"Palace Master Song, this is your fault. This custom of drinking wine has existed since ancient times. How can you abandon the inheritance just because you are afraid of losing?" Palace Master Youzhou Xingchen spoke first.

They three states are in a group, so they naturally want to support Zhu Kun.

"That's right. I think Yanyunzhou also had its first drink back then. Is it okay to take advantage but not to suffer a loss?"

But what made Song Muyun frown was that the Mingzhou Palace Master also agreed.

This is rare. Could it be that the attitudes of the three states that were originally neutral have also changed subtly?

"What Palace Master Hong means is that if you end up at the bottom, you will have to drink a full jar?" Song Muyun sneered.

Forget about Yunzhou and Youzhou, Mingzhou is also half-assed in terms of strength and is often ranked at the bottom. How dare he say such a thing.

"Of course, if I, Mingzhou, are ranked last, I will have to swallow this bitter drink. Let alone the small altar, I will have nothing to say about this big altar."

Palace Master Hong narrowed his eyes and seemed determined to express his support.

Song Muyun glanced at Ying Han who was standing aside. No wonder this guy didn't say a word. Maybe he already knew that Mingzhou's attitude had changed.

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

Seeing this, Yan Wangshu tried to dissuade him.

"Yeah, the worst we can do is swallow a small jar of bitter wine. You helped us a lot before, let us do it ourselves this time." Qin Xue also said.

Now the Palace Masters of Kyushu and Mingzhou are on the side of Longzhou. Even if there is a vote in the end, they will most likely lose.

At that time, it would violate the rules of Kyushu that have existed for thousands of years. Obviously, you cannot do this, otherwise you will become the target of criticism from Kyushu.

"But your cultivation is weak..."

Song Muyun looked confused.

This bitter wine is a deceptive thing. Although it does not affect the cultivation level, it is as bitter as the soul. The cultivation level of the two women is one level lower, making it even harder to bear.

Moreover, Gyeongju and Seolju’s rankings are very poor on the current gold list despite the previous starlight.

Buzz!

Just when Song Muyun was speaking, the void above the square suddenly trembled.

The entire space was distorted, and there seemed to be many monks coming along the space passage.

"Look, the monks who participated in the trial in the Morning Mist Forest have come out!"

"There are a lot of people this time. It should be a group of monks from a certain state who entered this place collectively."

"If the time is exactly seven days, it should be Longzhou."

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

"It's Yuci who brought them back."

And when he felt the void shaking, each figure was solidifying, and a smile appeared on Ying Han's lips.

One, two, ten...

Gradually, silhouettes appeared in mid-air. When the monks emerged, on the golden list that dropped from the sky, the name belonging to Longzhou at the top of the list was also shining brightly.

Every monk who successfully condenses the teleportation mark and reaches this place will be recorded on the gold list and become an achievement belonging to the state.

Although the ranking at the top of 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 just after Ying Yuci appeared, on the golden list hanging down on the other side, the neatly arranged names suddenly moved downward collectively, and a golden name appeared at the top of the list.

Longzhou and Yingyuci both ranked first in the rankings.
Chapter completed!