Reflect the world

Chapter 240 Luck (Part [-])
Hearing the long gift list, Tang Xuanming dozed off. He propped up his eyelids with one finger, and just looked at the major martial arts sects. Leaders from all rivers and lakes walked in front of him. succession ceremony.

If he hadn't felt the pure dragon energy from the dragon veins in his chest, he would have given up a long time ago.

Above the throne is boring and irritating, and God knows why many big shots like it.

But this set of rituals was very effective. The dragon veins in the chest kept emitting pure and strong dragon energy, and it became wider and wider.

This shows that his martial arts are recognized by martial arts people all over the world, and Longmai's sense of recognition for him seems to be getting higher and higher.

The dragon energy he absorbed became more and more majestic, and he even vaguely felt as one with the heaven and the earth.

He could feel the essence of heaven and earth rushing into his body in a breath.

He can even vaguely feel the luck of different people who came here. He has been studying Fengshui classics all the time. He has never been successful in his studies.

There is always something missing, maybe Feng Shui is like a martial arts practice, one sentence is true, and thousands of volumes of books are false.

It is difficult to understand thoroughly just by looking at the feng shui classics left by the predecessors. If there is no one to guide the way, everything is imaginary.

It wasn't until the dragon veins in this world seemed to really recognize him that he could vaguely feel the luck from the world to the bullfight one after another.

Indistinctly, there seemed to be a broken sound in his ears, the dragon vein in his chest that had condensed into substance became as smooth as jade, then disintegrated and dissipated with the wind.

The void in front of him seemed to become transparent, layers upon layers, even the earth, mountains and rivers could hardly block his vision.

In a trance, his thoughts kept rising, as if flying to the nine heavens.

The luck of the entire Central Plains was displayed in front of him.

Countless beams of luck light appeared in front of his eyes, showing seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple. In his eyes, it seemed that there were countless rainbows.

Tang Xuanming looked at it with interest, and Tang Xueming looked at this world with interest, and found that there should be eight colors, and one is white luck, which is the most common luck in the world.

On the land of the Central Plains, this kind of luck is the most common, everywhere, forming a piece of blank space.

So much so that he ignored it at first.

He moved his gaze to the location of the top ten sects in the Jianghu, which have been established in the Jianghu for hundreds of years.

Thinking about it, it should be that the luck is long and thick.

The results he saw were not what he expected. Most of the top ten sects are yellow luck, stretching for dozens of feet.

Looking down from a high altitude, it looks more conspicuous.

However, Shaolin Wudang, a sect with a longer heritage, is all green luck, and the beam of luck is close to hundreds of feet.

And when Tang Xuanming moved his gaze to Dongpu, his brows frowned slightly, and Dongpu's luck was actually blue.

But that beam of luck light was extremely unstable, most of it had turned green, and it was still fading, and the top part even turned yellow.

The beam of luck light is not high, only tens of feet.

"Is it because of me?"

Dongpu's initial luck was obviously blue, and it was very high, a bit higher than the top ten sects in Jianghu.

But now it's withered and disfigured, and that kind of luck is still dissipating, and it's very likely that it will fall all the way to the yellow level of luck, or even lower.

The highest cyan luck at the beginning was undoubtedly when Wushenjue Palace and Emperor Dongying stood side by side.

At that time, Dongpu was at its peak. With its absolutely godless military power and the ambition of the Emperor Dongpu, it was indeed a bit higher than the top ten sects with withered talents.

Tang Xuanming looked down at the luck of the Tianxiahui, and the pillar of luck of the Tianxiahui was also fluctuating violently, alternating green and blue.

"Is it because I just defeated Xiongba and my position is unstable?"

Tang Xuanming was even more keenly aware that as the top martial arts figures in the world congratulated one after another, the beam of luck light quickly stabilized, with a full length of several hundred feet, and the whole was thinking of a blue change.

There is even a faint hint of dark blue at the bottom.

"This should be the reason for my strength."

Tang Xuanming confirmed this point. In this era of respect in the world, the value of personal force can affect the general trend of the whole world.

Compared with Xiongba, his strength is obviously one step closer, and he can improve the luck of Tianxiahui.

Tang Xuanming looked at the whole world with this unique vision with great interest, and when he inadvertently shifted his vision to the Zhonghua Pavilion, his pupils shrank.

"Complete blue luck!!!"

In the direction of the Zhonghua Pavilion, a thousand-foot-high blue beam of luck towered over the ground, and that blue beam of luck was completely different from the others, it was in the shape of a sword.

This special form made Tang Xuanming pause for a moment.

"Is that where Wuming lives in seclusion? Wuming with full blood is so scary?"

The vision was all condensed in the direction of the Zhonghua Pavilion, and Tang Xuanming even found that the bottom of the thousand-foot beam of luck light had been stained with a tinge of purple.

This is the most special color he has seen in this world. Often only the emperors in the palace will wear such a hint of purple, but their luck beams are usually only tens of feet, some even only a few feet, Not at all top notch.

It is not even comparable to the top ten sects that have been passed down for many years in the rivers and lakes.

In a world where force is paramount, the imperial power has been weakened to the extreme and cannot affect the general situation of the world at all.

"Ok?"

When Tang Xuanming inadvertently saw two streaks of blue luck with a height of hundreds of feet among the congratulatory personnel, he couldn't help being taken aback.

Then his condescending gaze suddenly fell down, and that lofty gaze suddenly returned to his flesh body.

But he couldn't forget the last scene he saw.

Those two hundreds of feet high blue air luck are entangled with each other, happening continuously and colliding fiercely.

Sometimes the two beams of light vibrate violently at the same time, and are caused to dissipate by this terrible impact.

Sometimes they merge together suddenly, forming a purple luck that is thousands of feet high.

They are the two weirdest roads he has seen in the transportation of cars all over the world.

This is the first time he has seen such mutual generation and mutual restraint, even if they complement each other, but also hurt each other.

"Is this Fengyun?"

His eyes looked at the two figures hidden among the congratulators, one was handsome with a temperament like the wind, and the other had a cold face, like ten thousand years of ice.

(End of this chapter)