If you want to enter the cabinet in the cabinet, you must first be a master!

For thousands of years, few people can enter the cabinet, but once they enter the cabinet, they will become the existence of thousands of people, admired and praised by thousands of people!

Non-geniuses can't enter the cabinet!

Non-Junjie can't enter the cabinet!

You can't enter the cabinet unless you have chance!

Strange to say, people tend to affirm themselves and deny others.

Acknowledging that others are good is often difficult.

No, outside the pavilion, there were already a lot of monks from the Howling Moon Pavilion, and none of these monks wanted to try.

What if you are recognized by the cabinet within the cabinet?

What if you are one of those geniuses?

What if you get chosen......

Speculation without cost, who wouldn't want to make a splash?

Cultivation is high, such as out-of-body and god-transforming monks, and those who are weak are Jindan and Yuanying monks, why are there still foundation building period monks over there, in other words, the ones who are outside the wall will not be Qi refining period monks.

Is this a spectator, or is it eager to try?

Many people at the door saw Xiao Jin's painting, and their eyes showed envy, and some monks couldn't help but have a green light in their eyes, and they didn't know that their saliva was flowing down, and their eyes were stupid.

There is no way, Xiao Jinhua is indeed a beautiful woman.

Coupled with a gentle and peaceful temperament, he smiled and became the immortal couple in the dreams of many monks.

Xiao entered the painting, and they all set their eyes on this side. Seeing Xiao Jinhua and Song Hong and Wei Huaxiu, two little-known monks who were still errands in the Spirit Beast Palace, couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

There are those who are angry, and there are many more who are jealous.

Mo Ziyuan put his hand on Song Hong's shoulder, and his cold words made the surrounding discussions disappear suddenly, and the scene was quiet for a while.

After Xiao Jinhua heard this, he frowned slightly, and turned around to let Mo Ziyuan not make any extraneous branches.

Before Xiao Jinhua could say anything, Ye Changtian had raised his hand slightly, grabbed Mo Ziyuan's hand on his shoulder, and said lightly: "Senior Brother Mo Ziyuan, Song Hongnai is a man, and he never hooks up with men, so let's keep a little distance, so as not to lose a good reputation of Longyang." ”

Quiescence!

The onlookers were almost wide-eyed.

What did you just hear?

Damn, Song Hong is such a gentleman?

How do you say that, big brother?

You cow!

Xiao Jinhua was also taken aback, and saw Mo Ziyuan's face suddenly red, and he couldn't help but blush!

"You dare to insult me?"

Mo Ziyuan's hand shook suddenly, a golden light appeared in his eyes, and a cold murderous aura pressed towards Ye Changtian. Mo Ziyuan believes that with his powerful momentum, he can make Song Hong's fart flow!

But who knew that Song Hong in front of him seemed to have nothing to do, and took out a white handkerchief from the ring in a hurry, and wiped the hand he had just grabbed Mo Ziyuan, as if his hand was very dirty.

After Ye Changtian finished wiping his hands, he pretended to be a little aggrieved and said, "Insulting, when did I insult you?"

After Ye Changtian finished speaking, he threw the handkerchief on the ground in disgust, stepped on it with his foot, and whispered: "It's too dirty, I can't keep it, and it will be clean if it is burned!"

As he spoke, he threw out a small fireball that burned the handkerchief on the ground to ashes.

Mo Ziyuan looked at Song Hong's set, and his face suddenly became wonderful, red, white, and purple, as if his face had changed.

Ye Changtian didn't forget to shout with concern: "Ah, Senior Brother's face is not very good, is it not that you are not sure about this invitation to the Pavilion within the Pavilion?" It doesn't matter, once in ten years, it is not your fault that your cultivation is weak at all, if Senior Brother is not sure, is it more suitable to watch outside?"

Mo Ziyuan took two steps back, only to feel that his heart could barely bear it, and he slapped his chest suddenly, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out!

Shame!

Mo Ziyuan never imagined that he would be humiliated by a little Yuan Infant Monk!

It's still in front of the public, or in front of Xiao into the picture!

What did he say about Song Hong, but he was refuted by Song Hong as it was!

What a shame!

It's infuriating!

With so many people, he couldn't make a move against Song Hong at all! But Song Hong insulted himself like this, he would soon become the laughing stock of Xiaoyue Pavilion!

Song Hong, you wait and see!

Ye Changtian glanced at Mo Ziyuan contemptuously, pointed to the big man on the side and said: "It is an auspicious day for the pavilion to open the invitation, and it is really unlucky for someone to vomit blood, you wash the ground clean, so as not to transfer the bad luck to Senior Sister Xiao." ”

The big man's eyes widened, I'll go, Song Hong, your grandfather's, Lao Tzu is a peak monk in the out-of-body period, how old are you, dare to instruct me?

But for the sake of Senior Sister Xiao, I endured it! No, I admit it!

Seeing that Mo Ziyuan, the hypocrite, was so angry that Song Hong vomited blood at a few words, how could he be so happy.

Hehe, yes, it really should, who let Mo Ziyuan get so close to Senior Sister Xiao, so that he didn't have a chance at all......

Xiao Jinhua looked intently at Ye Changtian, who was disguised as Song Hong, and was secretly surprised.

Ye Changtian deserves to be Ye Changtian, and the legend of Xuanling is the legend of Xuanling!

Just this kind of humiliating and scolding kung fu is not something ordinary people can do!

What Xiao Jinhua didn't know was that Ye Changtian had used a certain amount of divine soul power, otherwise, a few words would not have made a fifth-layer monk vomit blood.

Ye Changtian was polite, standing beside Xiao Jinhua, stretched out his hand very politely, and shouted, "Senior sister, please." ”

Even the demeanor, movements, and eyes were almost exactly the same as Mo Ziyuan's invitation to Xiao into the painting just now, Xiao Jinhua glanced at Ye Changtian, his eyes swept to the onlookers, and said, "Since the pavilion in the pavilion has been opened, everyone should go in." Senior brother, do you matter?"

Mo Ziyuan was extremely angry, but he didn't say anything, but wiped off the bloodstains, walked towards Xiao Jinhua step by step, and said coldly: "Naturally it's okay, let's go, junior sister." ”

didn't even look at Song Hong.

Ye Changtian caught a killing opportunity, but he didn't care, only a fool would move Song Hong.

Once something happened to Song Hong, the first person to encounter suspicion was Mo Ziyuan......

When I walked into the pavilion, I found that it was really a pavilion within a pavilion.

The attic in front of you is just an outside building, and the real attic within the loft is a small attic surrounded by attics.

It was said to be an attic, but it was only one floor.

The square foundation, paved with four steps, along the steps, is an attic with a base for the Bagua array, the attic is less than two and a half zhang high, less than two zhang deep, not to talk about any grandeur.

However, the carved beams and paintings on the attic do not seem to be in the style of Xuanling, and even depict some hideous and terrifying demon-like existences. Hang a plaque at a high place, and the word "unnamed" is written on the plaque.

It seems that no one has given a name, and it is too lazy to be like this.

Ye Changtian had some slander in his heart.

There is nothing abnormal in the attic from the outside, it is difficult to imagine what secrets will be hidden in this small attic, Ye Changtian even thinks that if he pushes the door a few steps forward, he will not go in, as for what invitations to send?

Xiao Jinhua seemed to see Ye Changtian's doubts, or maybe he was saying to the monk who had just joined the sect and didn't understand the situation: "The Pavilion in the Pavilion, the Unnamed Pavilion, is an important place in the sect, mysterious and unpredictable. Invitations are issued once in ten years, and those who want to try the opportunity can enter the area within five zhang of the Weiming Pavilion, shout "I will pick up the invitation", and wait for the invitation to arrive, and those who will receive the invitation in their hands will be qualified. ”

Ye Changtian squinted slightly, looked at Lin Qingyue on the side, and glanced at each other, is this rule too simple?

Xiao Jinhua smiled slightly and said: "As soon as the invitation card comes out, it is extremely powerful, and it usually exceeds the monk's cultivation to three to five small realms, if you are not sure, please do not try it at will, so as not to get hurt." When receiving the invitation, once you are defeated, please leave within five zhang or fall directly to the ground, do not be reckless, life first. ”

Xiao Jinhua waved his hand, and everyone withdrew from the Weiming Pavilion.

At this time, Elder Xiao Su burned incense and prayed, and muttered eulogies, chattering for half an hour, which made Ye Changtian have a headache.

It's just a broken attic, can you die with less formalism?

But in the next scene, Ye Changtian suddenly came to the spirit!

I saw Xiao Su shouting violently: "Ten years to come, open the pavilion!"

There was a sudden sound in the entire Weiming Pavilion, and a light flowed above the Weiming Pavilion, the light was gray and white, and there seemed to be a wisp of purple hidden in it, which directly enveloped the entire Weiming Pavilion.

The attic became in a trance, obviously in front of you, but it seemed very far away.

Ye Changtian's eyes narrowed, and his heart shook wildly!

I exclaimed in my heart: "Mirage space!"

Mirage space!

It's an incredible space spell that exists in legends!

It is rumored that when the law of space is cultivated to the ninth order of the peak, it is possible to create a mirage space!

In other words, the mirage space in front of you may be the present of a distant space, or it may be the past of a distant space!

Ye Changtian trembled a little with shock!

The ninth order of the law of space!

That's the existence of a few people in the legendary fairy world!

Why is it here?!

What is this pavilion in the pavilion, the unnamed pavilion?

Who created this mirage?!

Ye Changtian felt a little in a trance, and everything in front of him didn't seem so real.

Lin Qingyue pulled Ye Changtian, Ye Changtian was suddenly startled, glanced at Lin Qingyue, Lin Qingyue said worriedly: "Changtian, what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Ye Changtian said suspiciously.

"You just wanted to walk in, don't you know?" Lin Qingyue looked at Ye Changtian in surprise.

"Is there one?" Ye Changtian looked at his position, and actually took two steps forward!

Ye Changtian took a deep breath, stepped back, and said to Lin Qingyue: "Qingyue, the pavilion in front of you is very weird, and the things there don't look like they are from this time and space!"

"Isn't this time and space?" Lin Qingyue was surprised, and when she raised her eyes, she saw that the attic was still the attic, but there was just some energy circulating, and there was not much abnormality.

"Don't you see that it's very ethereal?" Ye Changtian asked suspiciously.

"No, isn't it here?" said Lin Qingyue puzzled.

Ye Changtian's eyes narrowed, looking at the attic, it was still so ethereal, like a mirage that spanned countless time and space, shaking the years.

Ye Changtian knew that the mirage was not illusory, but a space that really existed! It was a reflective, reproducible, and real space!

Could it be that only those who have mastered the laws of space can perceive all this?

Why didn't Qingyue perceive any abnormality at all?

Ye Changtian suppressed the shock in his heart, stood outside, and only heard Xiao Jinhua shouting: "Who will be the first person?"

There was a moment of silence.

The first person?

There are not many people who want to be the first person.

The first person who succeeds is easy to remember, but the first person who fails is usually ridiculed.

No one will remember the name of the second loser.

In the years that followed, whenever I talked about the battle of invitations in the cabinet, I would always mention the name of the first loser, even if I was a loser.

As if in this way, my own failures have become less ashamed.

It is a common human disease to use other people's failures as a fig leaf for oneself.

Looking at the quiet scene, Ye Changtian knew that there were not a few people who had this disease.