Chen Mu saw that the master showed a curious look, and he couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

Although this little junior brother is now invincible in the world, he still maintains a sincere and innocent heart, which is really rare.

How many amazing people in the world, after a certain achievement, usually have arrogance and arrogance.

In the end, because of his arrogance, he ruined his future.

There are really too few masters like the master who can always maintain their original intentions.

Seeing that the master was so interested, Chen Mu raised his hand, stretched out two fingers and pinched out an arm-thick golden band of light in the long fortune, and said to him:

"Senior brother, please look, this is your luck."

The Master stretched out his hand, but he could not hold it.

"Senior brother, luck is intangible and invisible, and ordinary people can't catch it." So Chen Mu taught him a method, and now the master can hold it.

"Haha, then senior brother, which one is your luck?" The Master was indeed very curious.

Because compared to the luck of the disciples, the master's arm-thick luck is already very spectacular.

So, how big is Chen Mu's luck?

At this time, Chen Mu smiled slightly, but instead of stretching out his hand to the river of luck, he pointed to the ground under his feet.

"Huh?"

"Senior brother, what does this mean?"

Chen Mu smiled lightly and said indifferently:

"The land of the academy under your feet is my luck."

When the master heard this, his eyes widened, and he used his luck to perform the technique of looking at qi, and looked at the land under his feet.

This time, he was amazed to see a golden dragon of luck as thick as an earth dragon entrenched under the territory of the academy.

As soon as this huge golden dragon of qi luck breathed in, the aura in the veins of the academy was sucked into the dragon's body......

The master's heart was shocked, it turned out that this was the luck of the Confucian sage.

"Senior brother, I saw it!"

"That golden dragon of luck...... Is it the luck of the senior brother? ”

"Not bad." Chen Mu nodded, "It's a pity that so far in the academy, I am the only Confucian saint." ”

"Otherwise, Kong Men wouldn't dare to be so arrogant."

As he spoke, Chen Mu raised his right hand, only to see him bend his fingers, and a ray of golden light flew into the center of the master's eyebrows.

Naturally, the master didn't dodge, "Senior brother, what kind of magical power did you have just now?" ”

"Open your luck eyes."

"Now you try it, can you see the luck of the hole?"

"Oh?" So, the master turned to look in the direction of Kongmen, and sure enough, the scene he saw this time was completely different from the previous night.

With the help of Chen Mu's excited luck eyes, he could see that in the holy land of Confucius, there were actually five golden dragons of luck entrenched!

The five dragons sit together in the Holy Land of Kongmen.

Among them, the one with the largest body is the one with the momentum of flying dragons in the sky, and the other four golden dragons of luck are headed by it and are divided into four directions.

"That's the Dragon of Luck of the Five Saints of Kongmen, have you seen it?"

"See!" The master was shocked, and asked Chen Mu casually: "The dragon of luck flying in the sky, but Kong Sheng's?" ”

"Yes."

The master nodded: "The Confucian Sect has been inherited for thousands of years, and five saints were born, and it really lives up to its name." ”

The five saints of Confucius are already the ascension of the ascension, and the immortal of the immortal.

But even after so many years, there are still sages whose luck remains in the Holy Land of Confucius, and the power of the saints is really extraordinary!

It's just that the careful master has also noticed that Kongmen's five golden dragons of luck are now a little dull, far less vigorous than Chen Mu's golden dragons.

"On that day, when my [Saint Thief] was halfway through writing, I attracted the incarnation of Kong Sheng to try to stop me."

But when the avenue was fighting, Kong Sheng lost money and fell into a disadvantage, and his aerodynamics were already damaged. But now you look at the five golden dragons of luck, the one that belongs to Kong Sheng has not been damaged much.

"The hole gate stretches for thousands of years, and the foundation is extremely strong."

"Now you know, why did I hide my identity?"

"It's still senior brother who is thoughtful and prescient." The master admired Chen Mu even more this time, and he didn't take these into account as the dean of the academy.

"Originally, there would be no intersection between the luck of the academy and Confucius."

"But junior brother, look here......"

"Oh?" The master followed Chen Mu's guidance and looked into the long river of luck.

He saw a glimmer of dim luck, no, not just dimness......

Chen Mu stretched out two fingers and pinched a wisp of luck from the golden river of luck that belonged to the disciples of the academy to his fingers.

"This is the luck of Ning Xiaochen, a disciple of this academy, originally this son was expected to be able to achieve the Heavenly Phenomena Realm, but his luck was cut off!"

When the master heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and he spoke:

"Senior brother, senior brother came to you this time just for the disciple Ning Xiaochen."

"Ning Xiaochen, a disciple who returned to his hometown to visit relatives, was found in the countryside earlier today, and the murderer was very clean, leaving no clues."

Moreover, Ning Xiaochen's hands were cut off. He didn't defend the [Liuku Shengxue] until he lost his last breath."

"Senior brother, the murderer who killed Ning Xiaochen, do you have eyebrows?"

Before the master finished speaking, he was stopped by Chen Mu.

He waved his hand, pinched the luck belonging to Ning Xiaochen in his hand, and asked:

"Senior brother, do you see any clues?"

The master was anxious, but he still lowered his head to carefully check Ning Xiaochen's luck golden thread.

I didn't see anything.

Seeing this, Chen Mu waved his hand, and the abundant Confucianism and Taoism holy power spread magnificently.

In the next second, on Ning Xiaochen's severed golden thread of luck, a gray mist actually emerged.

The fog is long and extensive.

Looking at its direction, it turned out to be a hole door!

The master's eyebrows widened, he glared angrily, and asked urgently:

"Senior brother, is it the hand of the people of Kongmen?!"

Chen Mu nodded and said:

"Come to think of it, it's the master of the Confucian Sect who wants to use the [Liuku Sacred Study] to spy on my details and explore my reality."

"It was because of me that Ning Xiaochen died tragically."

The master saw that the senior brother blamed himself for all the crimes.

He sternly vetoed:

"Senior brother, how is this your fault?!"

"You have written books and passed on to your disciples, created exercises, and added four hundred years of luck to my academy!"

"This is a great merit and a great deed!"

"This is the sin of Confucius, it was their evil thoughts that killed Ning Xiaochen!"

"Senior brother, now just wait for your order, let's attack the Kongmen! Avenge Ning Xiaochen! ”

Hearing this, Chen Mu shook his head and said:

"Senior brother, don't be reckless."

"Let me ask you, what is the average cultivation of Confucian disciples? What is the average cultivation of my academy disciples? ”

When the Master heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and he said:

"The average disciple of Confucius is in the Vajra realm, referring to three hundred people in the Xuan realm and one hundred people in the celestial realm. There are also dozens of Confucians at the earth immortal level. They also have the power of the Five Saints of Confucius. ”

"The average disciple of my academy is in the realm of two grades, King Kong and Zhixuan are only five fingers, there are three celestial phenomena, I am the only one in the earth immortal realm, and the sage is only one person, senior brother, ......"

After some comparison, the master found out.

The gap between the academy and the Confucian Gate is so big!

If he attacks Confucius now, he and his senior brother will have the power to protect themselves.

But the other disciples of the academy could not escape their fate!

Only then did the master realize that he was in a hurry and almost made a big mistake.

However, how could Ning Xiaochen's revenge not be avenged?!

As soon as the master was about to speak, he heard Chen Mu say in a deep voice:

"You don't have to worry about this, I'll take action."

"Senior brother, do you know this person who cut off the golden thread of Ning Xiaochen's qi luck, why his luck is a black mist?"

The Master shook his head, not knowing what to say.

Chen Mu chuckled and said lightly:

"Because the moment I made up my mind, his luck was already broken."

The master was stunned when he heard this!

One thought can kill people's luck!

Is this the power of Confucianism!

The master couldn't help but start looking forward to how the senior brother would make a move to kill the murderer of Kongmen!

(End of chapter)