Wine Sword Immortal: Divine Level Winemaker, Drunkenly Kills Tianmen!

The unique aroma of spiritual wine floats in the small brewing room.

After a simple sharing of glasses, all the elders received a glass of wine.

Looking at the spirit wine that was as viscous as magma, many elders took a sip without hesitation.

They are all old connoisseurs of wine tasting. For a spirit, the highest etiquette for tasting it is to take a big gulp.

At the same time, in order to taste the spirit wine perfectly, they often choose to seal their strength.

For example, now, they have sealed their body cultivation to the fifth level. They do this in order to pursue the most perfect taste.

After all, the body of a ninth-level warrior is difficult to be affected by spiritual wine below the seventh level.

The moment the spirit enters the mouth, it is like lava pouring in from a volcano.

The viscous spiritual wine poured into the throat and did not immediately fall into the abdomen. Instead, it stuck to the esophagus.

Many elders closed their eyes tightly, seeming to be intoxicated by the extreme heat.

When they completely fell into the stomach, it seemed as if the stomach had turned into a volcano about to erupt.

Finally, as the molten magma accumulated, it suddenly erupted!

After drinking the spiritual wine for three breaths, all the elders opened and widened their eyes almost at the same time.

The hot temperature generated by the accumulation of molten metal in the abdominal cavity seemed to transform into a giant dragon, traveling along the esophagus of the elders and into the mouth...

See the light of day again!

Feeling the surge of power in their bodies and the open pores all over their bodies, the elders trembled like crazy.

"Excellent...excellent...this wine..."

“Achieved the best!!!”

How can it be!

The elders were really shocked. If the young man in front of them brewing the fifth-level spiritual wine subverted their experience, then this fifth-level top-grade spiritual wine killed all their cognition.

A young boy who is only fifteen years old and whose realm is as high as the third level has brewed the best of the fifth level! ! !

Never before! ! !

Such a performance is absolutely unprecedented, and there will be no one in the future!

"Although this wine is good, there is one imperfection." An elder named Wen silently put down his wine glass and stood with his hands behind his back.

Hearing this, the elders around looked over in shock.

Are you kidding me?

What is this old bastard named Wen doing?

There are still flaws in this, why didn’t I taste it?

Damn it, did Wen Laomao's tongue become a sperm?

Wang Xianxian was not surprised. In his opinion, the elder's technique was definitely unique. If he dared to say there were flaws, there must be flaws.

Just when Wang Xianxian was about to listen attentively, Elder Wen slowly came to the young man's side.

"I heard that your mother is a disciple of Lin Jiuna?"

"Ah?" Wang Xianxian was a little strange, but he still chose to answer, "Yes, that's right."

"Yes." Elder Wen nodded with satisfaction, and then began to introduce himself.

"I am Wen Tianxing, the fifth elder of the Brewers Association, a ninth-level peak warrior, and a ninth-level winemaker. He has been in the industry for 3651 years. He has created 394 kinds of first-level spiritual wines, 637 kinds of second-level spirits... and 6 kinds of ninth-level wines."

"According to etiquette, you do not actually belong to Lin Jiu's sect, because you and your mother do not have the sect's etiquette, and..."

See you in the picture!

This group of elders finally understood Elder Wen’s intention.

"His grandma's Wen Tianxing, how dare you eat alone!"

"Fuck, you're so shameless!"

After reacting, the elders began to recommend themselves.

"Boy, I'm Han Yuan, don't look at that old bastard Wen Tianxing's boasting. He only has two types of handed down spirit wines, and three types of labor and capital! Han Ling Wine is my masterpiece!"

"My child, I am the only one who can give you the most correct guidance on the five spiritual wines handed down from ancient times."

"Boy, don't listen to these old antiques fooling you. Spiritual wine handed down from ancient times does not distinguish between classes. The main thing to examine is the contribution of this spiritual wine to the country and the people. It is not a wine that was taught!"

"Let me come, I, Zhong Tiankui, Emperor Cijiu knows, that boy was once my student!"

"Mr. Zhong, the hero Moti was brave back then!"

"Don't mention those years ago, but now you are soaking in a wine vat every day?"

Slowly, the elders' bickering began to escalate, and eventually they began to take action.

Listening to the sound of the punch hitting the flesh, Wang Xianxian broke into a cold sweat.

It’s really... a real fight!

Du Yuan's face gradually turned dark, and he finally shouted: "That's enough!"

"This time, our Brewers Association is already at the bottom of the image ratings of the top five major associations. They all need to restrain themselves!"

"Fart!" An elder surnamed Li broke through his defense instantly, "Why do those cooks overwhelm labor and management?"

"Just that idiot Kong Datou, cook a dish and your hands will be full of oil!"

"Looking at him like that, he has lost his appetite. Where does he get his high-level image?"

"That's right!" the elder next to him agreed.

Apparently, they were surprisingly unanimous on this matter.

The image of the alchemist is better than theirs, so there is no problem. After all, doctors nowadays are benevolent and have a halo bonus.

It is understandable that the alchemist has a better image than them. After all, he has a superior image.

Even that group of tea-savvy, fake and polite Lao Cha Mao was better than them, so he gritted his teeth and admitted it.

But only the cooks carrying pots and shovels couldn't bear it!

Du Yuan looked helplessly at the unconvinced Elder Li.

"Mr. Li, you can't always compare yourself with the worst. Besides, it was because of your fight with Elder Kong last time that we were deducted five points."

Hearing this, Elder Li broke his guard even more.

"Fuck, that's a conspiracy. I was wondering why he rubbed oil on my clothes when he saw me."

"So it's all intentional, you bastard!"

The other elders asked curiously, "How many points do they have now?"

"61." President Du said silently.

"What about us?"

"58..." President Du's tone began to become a little resentful.

"Don't panic." Elder Li said confidently, "Next time I'll brew more [One Cup]..."

"Has this trick been used?" another elder asked.

"One trick can make you eat everything, as long as we don't get the last one."

"That's right."

Listening to the conversation of the elders, President Du's mouth twitched slightly.

Too abstract!

I don't know when they started to play some crooked tricks between their winemakers and spiritual chefs.

The scores of the other three companies all start with 9, and only these two companies have more than 50 points all year round!

Not competing for the first place, thinking about making the neighboring spiritual chef association get the last one!

Every time he, as the president, went to the imperial capital for a meeting, he was ridiculed and lost all his face!

"Don't attack Elder Kong anymore!" Du Yuan roared, "Even if you want to fleece him, you can't always fleece him from one person."

"Let's talk about accepting a disciple later, don't make things difficult for him!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Elder Li changed his face quickly, "How can you make things difficult for my genius? I don't even want to say anything to you."

Then, Elder Li smiled and came to Wang Xianxian's side, and put a ring into the boy's hand without leaving a trace.

"Child, don't feel embarrassed. I'm Li Yunxian. Come to my place for tea often when you have time."

Wang Xianxian was about to speak when he got a second ring in his hand.

Then the third, the fourth...

Finally, Wang Xianxian held a pile of rings in his hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Seeing this, Elder Li's originally refreshed expression instantly turned black as charcoal, as if he had drunk fake wine.

The elders behind him sneered, "At your age, it's embarrassing to play such tricks."

In the examination room, Wang Gangkui looked at the elders fighting for Wang Xianxian, as if struck by lightning, his face was pale, and he was in a state of half-dementia.

What did he see...

He saw that those powerful people with prominent positions in the country put down all their airs like bandits and fought for Wang Xianxian...

Fighting for Wang Xianxian, who was regarded as a waste by their Wang family.

He suddenly remembered Wang Xianxian's mocking words.

'I understand, you mean that my talent is too poor, so I don't deserve an apology from Wang Jingzhen, the twin star of the Wang family, the second most talented in the Wang family in 800 years, and who passed the third-grade winemaker assessment at the age of fifteen? ’

'Then it's easy, I'll just crush him later, right? ’

'I applied for the assessment of the fifth-grade winemaker. ’

It’s true, everything he said is true…

The wild child who was expelled from the Wang family is really a genius. The Wang family threw away a pearl from the vast ocean…

As a member of the clan who is responsible for the spiritual wine business, Wang Gangkui knows better than anyone in the Wang family how huge the commercial value of Wang Xianxian is.

A winemaker who can brew the fifth-grade top-grade spiritual wine at the age of fifteen…

This is not just a cash cow, he can be called the God of Wealth, a living God of Wealth.

Any force, any family that possesses him will be rich enough to rival a country!

But even such a God of Wealth, the Wang family treated him as a waste and threw him away.

His legs softened, and Wang Gangkui fell directly to the ground, his eyes were dull.

“It’s over, Third Brother, we…”

“It’s over…”

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Dear readers, my fingers are really hurting from typing recently. I won’t update in the early morning, but will update during the day.