"Fourth brother, you..." Chu Zhichuan shook his head: "You are too cunning."

Chu Zhiting was also not satisfied: "Fourth brother, there is no need to fight with each other. It's a fast sword, it's a fast sword. It doesn't matter."

Chu Zhiyuan laughed: "This swordsmanship uses clumsiness to overcome skill, and turns the complex into simplicity. It should be the swordsmanship of the top swordsmen, right?"

"As expected of you, Fourth Brother!" Chu Mingxuan chuckled and waved, and ordered the two beautiful maids to serve food and wine, and said proudly: "This is the secret sword manual of Baiyun Sword Palace."

Chu Zhiting hurriedly said: "The sword manual of Baiyun Sword Palace? Uncle Eighteen!"

Chu Zhichuan sneered, quite disdainful.

Chu Mingxuan said: "Don't worry, a friend of mine is a disciple of Baiyun Sword Palace, and he gave me the secret book."

Chu Zhiting breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay."

Chu Zhichuan looked at him sideways, extremely dissatisfied with his behavior: "Brother Ninth, we are the heirs, do we need to be so afraid of Baiyun Sword Palace?"

"Tenth brother," Chu Zhiting said: "Baiyun Sword Palace has made outstanding contributions to our great scenery, so it should naturally be respected."

Chu Zhichuan curled his lips.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Is this really the swordsmanship of Baiyun Sword Palace?"

"It's a sword manual collected by Baiyun Sword Palace. How can the swordsmanship of Baiyun Sword Palace be passed down to outsiders?"

"What a pity..." Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

There were no martial arts secrets of the four major sects in the east and west halls, so he was extremely curious about the swordsmanship of Baiyun Sword Palace.

While the four of them were talking, a group of beautiful maids in colorful clothes came lightly, carrying the scent of fragrance, their figures were soft and light.

Each maid carried a sandalwood tray, and the delicacies on the tray quickly filled the large round sandalwood table, with all the colors, flavors and aromas, and a black altar.

"Come on, let's take a seat!"

Chu Mingxuan greeted the three of them to take their seats.

An open sea bowl was placed in front of each person's table. Chu Mingxuan patted the black jar's sealing mud and poured four large sea bowls into it.

Under the light, the wine looked like amber, swaying slightly and as heavy as oil.

The strange fragrance quickly filled the house.

Not only was the wine rich and sweet, but there was also another strange aroma that made Chu Zhichuan's saliva quickly fill his mouth.

"Drink this bowl first, and welcome the fourth child. From now on, come to my house for gatherings. I'm sure there will be good wine and good meat!"

"Then I will bother Uncle Eighteen more from now on."

"Come on, drink up!"

The four of them drank it all in one gulp.

It was like a ball of fire entering the stomach, turning into a strange fragrance and filling the internal organs. Suddenly the warm pores opened, and I felt intoxicated.

His inner vision was clear, and he realized that this aroma was a strange smell, which penetrated into the bones one after another, and the periosteum visible to the naked eye thickened.

He knew that thickening of the periosteum would lead to increased strength and increased speed.

"Good wine!" He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Uncle Eighteen, this is a good thing. What kind of monster bones is it made from?"

"Haha, Fourth Brother knows his stuff. This wine is extraordinary. It is made from the tiger bones of the Six Yang Demon Tiger that have been soaked for five years!"

"Six Yang Demon Tiger?" Chu Zhiting said in surprise: "Is it really the Six Yang Demon Tiger?"

Chu Zhichuan's handsome face showed a look of surprise.

Chu Zhiyuan sighed: "Uncle Eighteen is so generous!"

He knew that the Six-Yang Demonic Tiger was a demonic beast from Feiyan Hunting Ground. It was definitely not comparable to the demonic beasts from Xiaochixia Mountain, and contained a richer bloodline of the four secret land demonic beasts.

The tiger bones of the Liuyang Demon Tiger must be exchanged for meritorious deeds.

"It's nothing!" Chu Mingxuan waved his hand nonchalantly, then chuckled and said, "I got it from Fifth Brother too."

He then filled four more large bowls, and then began to eat, chatting while eating.

"Uncle Eighteen, can you be crowned king after you step into Xiantian?" Chu Zhiting asked, "That's different."

There is a huge gap between being crowned king and not being crowned king. Not only the size of the mansion, but also the quantity and quality of the palace guards have been greatly improved.

More importantly, salaries have also been greatly improved, and there are even rations of elixirs.

"If you enter Xiantian, you can be crowned king. Hey, it's coming soon." Chu Mingxuan looked longingly and sighed with emotion: "We were not born in a good time, like the third brother, fourth brother and fifth brother. We didn't do that back then. According to this rule, you can be crowned a king directly when you reach the age of eighteen, unlike now, you have to enter Xiantian before you can be crowned a king."

I was crowned king a few years late, and I missed out on so many good things. I feel so sad!

"What mission do you want to take on, Uncle Eighteen? To join the Zhenwu Division?"

"I don't want to enter the Zhenwu Division." Chu Mingxuan waved his fat hands and sighed: "The Zhenwu Division, the fourth child is suitable for joining, but I can't."

Chu Zhiting asked: "Aren't my tenth brothers and I suitable for each other?"

"You two, you can go in. Anyway, don't enter the Zhenwu Division if you are not qualified. Those desperadoes don't care whether you are the heir or not. Knowing that you are the heir will only kill them more energetically!"

"I want to join the Zhenwu Division." Chu Zhiting said.

Chu Zhichuan nodded slowly: "The Zhenwu Division is the easiest to achieve meritorious services."
Chapter completed!