The path was shrouded in a thick mist, and as the white mist rolled and dispersed, phantom images flashed on both sides, sometimes with clear streams flowing down, sometimes birds flying back and forth between the cliffs, sometimes young beasts jumping in the mountains, and sometimes rocks showing smooth surfaces under the washing of the sea.

These pictures in the field of vision are all illusory bubbles, but they are almost real, and they are enough to deceive the spiritual perception of the monks, and it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the false, because they are in a rapidly changing environment.

Ye Wen looked up and looked at the clear blue sky above his head, very strange, obviously intellectually knowing that this was a phantom of fog, an illusion caused by some kind of power, but it was like breathing fresh air, both mentally and ** as if they were being washed.

After a while, all of Ye Wen's emotions disappeared completely, and the ripples in his eyes returned to calm and became brighter and brighter, like the outline of a building that had just received the baptism of dawn.

He had come to the end of the road.

The seemingly endless path, with the slow pace of progress, finally has an end.

Ye Wen watched the many backs in front of him dissipate, and was slightly silent, then he also quickened his pace, raised his feet and stepped over, and walked out of the intersection shrouded in a faint mist, and then suddenly felt that his eyes lit up.

This is a deep valley where broad-leaved trees grow, all green at a glance, showing a sharp contrast with the white world behind it, the blue valley is a hundred acres large, just in this vast area, a huge stone hall stands in the center, some weeds grow in the cracks of the slightly gray stone wall, with the old atmosphere of heaven and earth.

Ye Wen knew that this was a phantom, but he still felt extremely shocked.

Not only him, but the rest of the young monks couldn't help but exclaim, and the venue suddenly became noisy.

In front of the huge stone hall is a square paved with bluestone slabs, and every thirty bluestone slabs stand a lifelike statue, sitting cross-legged one by one, with their eyes closed and their expressions serious, as if they are engrossed in cultivation.

"This feeling ......"

Ye Wen looked at the statues that exuded an old atmosphere like dead trees, his brows furrowed slightly, the expression on his face was slightly puzzled, he circled around one of the statues a few times, and then raised his head to look into the eyes of the humanoid statues, as if to see through the reality inside.

For some reason, he subconsciously remembered the statue in the academy.

He had always been quite confident in his instincts, but at this moment he had to doubt himself, it was such an unfamiliar face, but it gave him a very familiar feeling, as if he knew the origin of these statues very well.

At this moment, a commotion suddenly sounded in the crowd not far away.

Ye Wen listened to the sound of that place, his spirit cleared slightly, and he looked up at the voice, only to see two unicorn statues guarding the main entrance of the stone hall, and next to the unicorn statue on the left, there was a person sitting cross-legged there, and he didn't move like a statue.

Even though the man was watched by dozens of people at the same time, he seemed to be unmoved, his face did not change in the slightest, he remained absolutely still, and his face and body were immersed in the deep shadow of the unicorn statue, which seemed very dark.

To the right of the man was a large mahogany box, boxy, bright red as if it could drip blood, with a small hole on the upper side that could accommodate a fist.

After the commotion, with the faint smell of death emanating from the person's body, many people began to hold their breath, some licked their lips nervously, and some unconsciously sweated a lot in their palms.

But people can't estimate the exact age, it seems that he is old enough to live for hundreds of years, the breath of his body is like an ancient tree, but his face is like a young man who has not entered the world, and it is so immature that it makes people feel weird.

Even if it was the always indifferent Wu Taiyan, his face was a little cautious at the moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't seem to have the intention of disturbing quietly, and the other young masters stood in place even more interestingly when they saw this, waiting quietly.

As the cold wind blew from the forest, an indifferent and ruthless voice finally sounded.

"After the lottery, go inside to find the corresponding status room, and then wait for instructions. ”

The sound was so cold that it seemed like ice cubes were hitting the Yellow Spring in the underworld, making the people present who heard it stiffen, as if they had spent a long time in the void, but it was only a moment, and as the sound fell, the cold feeling immediately dissipated, and the stagnant time seemed to advance again.

Looking at the statue-like dead body of the man, with a cold and icy expression, as if he had no intention of speaking, everyone couldn't help but look at each other, and after a little hesitation, they spontaneously fell on the mahogany box, and then stepped forward one by one and stretched their hands inside.

Everyone frowned and looked at the wax pills in their hands.

Ye Wen was no exception, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he rubbed his fingers, and a small note appeared in front of him, which said "Sixteen", which was probably the corresponding number of the room.

The door of the stone hall creaked and was pushed open from the outside.

A middle-aged man walked out of it, his gentle gaze shot down, making people feel like a spring breeze, and said with a slight smile: "Okay, since the lottery is completed, you can go in." You don't have to know who your opponent is for a while. ”

"You are all the elite of the younger generation, the qualifications can be described as outstanding, but there must be a difference between the superior and the inferior, this competition is to test the potential, that is, even if you lose the competition, if you perform well, you may not be able to rank. ”

"Everyone has two chances to compete, whether they win or lose, it means the end of the trial, and the results will be evaluated by the trialists to determine the ranking. ”

"If it is considered to be the first place in potential, it may also be the first place in the trial, and the first place in potential does not mean that it must be the final winner, that is to say, the person who wins the last may not be able to get the first place reward as he wishes. Don't forget this, so even if you're at a disadvantage, do your best and try to show your talent. ”

Hearing this, most of the people present relaxed slightly, a flash of excitement flashed in their eyes, and some immediately subconsciously looked at Wu Taiyan, obviously treating him as an obstacle that was difficult to overcome to win the championship, but now Wu Taidifficult may not really be able to win the first place no matter how tricky it is.

No one doubted that Wu Tainan would win the final victory, and no one doubted Wu Tainan's amazing cultivation potential, but compared to the desperate strength gap erected between everyone and him, the so-called potential first competition finally has the possibility of a slight challenge.

Late bloomers, peerless geniuses like pearls in the sea, such special characters have not appeared in the past. Thinking of this, some young masters can't help but think about it.

Wu Tainan suddenly smiled slightly, this smile was like a light blooming in the dark night, which made the hearts of everyone who was watching him feel cold.

Ye Wen calmly looked at the young monks who were slightly excited, and shook his head gently, if he hoped for the so-called qualification first, what was the difference between this and relying on luck, and he actually tacitly acquiesced that he would lose, which was equivalent to a flaw in his will and spirit, so even if he had good potential, how could he show it?