Super Golden Eye

Since entering the small courtyard, Fang Yang’s attention has been highly tense, because the old man in Tang suit in front of him gives him a dangerous feeling. Fang Yang has just advanced to the elementary level of Huang Ti, and is already considered a master. Now, the five times the speed increase and the five times the strength bonus are not a joke, but in front of this old man, there is actually a feeling like a light on his back.

Moreover, the group of bodyguards in black just now, placed among ordinary people, are definitely first-class masters, and they have a fierce suffocation. They can only be cultivated under special circumstances. They should be retired special forces veterans. It is impossible for ordinary people to have this kind of breath, and the old man in front of him is even more unpredictable.

There is also the feng shui pattern here, the formation at the door, can actually trigger a riot in the spiritual energy in his body, the two people restraining and countering are not ordinary half-hanging feng shui masters, and their accomplishments in feng shui are absolutely incomparable.

What kind of place is this 307 club?

"Such a young master of the yellow rank is rare in this city." The old man in Tang suit didn't raise his head until the woman in black appeared.

Fang Yang trembled when he heard the words, raised his head, and looked at the old man in Tang suit at the stone table. I don't know when, the woman in black was already sitting next to the old man, and the old man was pouring tea for her.

Putting down the teapot, the old man stood up and looked at Fang Yang carefully.

Fang Yang was on guard, remembering that when he went out, his fortune was obviously very good, why did he encounter such a mess.

I lifted my feng shui eyes and carefully looked at my fortune. I don’t know that the white thread on my head was actually stained with a faint red color unknowingly. My heart was secretly startled, and I was buried in the position of the eye. Something must be a terrible thing. Even the self who has practiced Feng Shui Shuyun was implicated unknowingly. Fang Yang concentrated on his luck and secretly removed the faint red from the thin white thread. He took a sigh of relief in his heart, but the old man's words made Fang Yang nervous again.

When Fang Yang raised the red mist, the old man in Tang suit seemed to feel something has fallen, his eyes shrank slightly, and he took a deep look at Fang Yang.

"It seems that the rumors are not wrong, you are indeed feng shui, and you are quite accomplished."

A few days ago, Fang Yang helped Cuiweiju, and later was invited by the Shen family to repair Feng Shui. The matter of changing fortune had spread in Jiangbei and even Songjiang’s upper circles, and he was in the limelight in the gambling city. The gambling owner himself Cutting the stone for him pushed Fang Yang to the forefront.

"The old gentleman asked me to come here to verify this rumor?" Fang Yang's cold voice sounded, and the words were very heavy. Thinking of being taken in by the man in black with a gun, Fang Yang just Unhappy for a while.

Although the old man in Tang suit gave Fang Yang a sense of danger, he was not muddled. He had reached the elementary level of Huang Ti. If he really wanted to leave, Fang Yang would still have some confidence.

"Little brother, don't get angry, the people below are not sensible, the old man is here to accompany you!" The old man in Tang suit changed his previous indifferent attitude, smiled kindly, poured a cup of tea for Fang Yang, and reached out to make a request. Gesture, "Please sit down."

Fang Yang frowned. He didn't know what medicine the old man was selling in the gourd. He stepped forward and sat down at the stone table. Since the old man asked him to sit down, he should have no ill will to him, at least for the time being. safe.

"Brother found out, there is a problem with Feng Shui here."

"Sure enough," Fang Yang secretly said in his heart, when he just eliminated his fortune, the old man seemed to have discovered something.

"The old gentleman is also in Feng Shui?" Fang Yang tentatively asked.

"The Feng Shui here was modified by me." The old man confirmed Fang Yang's identity without concealing it, and straight to the point. "But the person who arranged the formation, Feng Shui is still above me, since the little brother came here, it is fate. I want to ask my little brother to do me a favor."

"Since the old gentleman knows the cleverness of the man who sets up the formation, I only know a little about the fur, how can I crack it?" Fang Yang said.

"The little brother may not know, Shen Furong asked me to help, his old Shen family's Fengshui Dalongmai was swayed by someone, I'm right." The old man smiled without saying a word, and took a sip of tea.

Fang Yang lowered his head and drank tea without comment. Since the other party had already talked about it, he seemed too ignorant when he denied it.

"Why?" Fang Yang asked.

"Hongsheng is not simple", the old man did not speak, but the woman in black who had never spoken, her voice was like a yellow oriole, beautiful and pleasant.

Hearing this, Fang Yang understood the meaning of the black-clothed woman, and said a little in thought, "I need time to prepare."

This formation can actually affect oneself, it is not that simple.

"Ten days." Huang Ying's voice sounded again.

"I tried my best." Fang Yang didn't say anything to death.

The black-clothed woman nodded and did not speak, Fang Yang picked up the teacup, drank it, got up and left the courtyard.

The tranquility was restored in the small courtyard again.

After a while, the woman in black raised her head to look at the old man in Tang suit.

"Uncle Tang, is this person reliable?"

"The Shen family's dragon veins have taken shape, and one step further is the true dragon veins. In troubled times, it is the weather of the world's lords." The old man did not answer the woman's question, but talked about the Shen family's feng shui dragon veins.

"I hope so." The woman put down the tea cup, turned and left.

Only the old man was left in the courtyard, drinking tea to the moon.

…

Fang Yang walked to the entrance of the clubhouse and received a call from Han Xuejing, asking him why he didn't see anyone this afternoon and when to go back. Fang Yang explained and said that he would go back after a while, and then hung up the phone.

In Feng Shui’s eyes, a ray of blood reappeared. Just as Fang Yang was about to perform Feng Shui repairing techniques to investigate carefully, he stretched out a hand deeply and patted it on Fang Yang’s shoulder, and Fang Yang turned his head. Hear a familiar voice.

"It's really you, Brother Fang!" Qu Yan said with a big smile.

"Brother Qu, how was your luck today?" Fang Yang asked.

"I didn't have much fun today. I came around and played two casually. I didn't expect to win some money. Haha, let's go. Thank you, brother, for the last time. Our brothers happened to have a drink together today. "Qu Yan is in a good mood today.

Since Fang Yang helped him last time, he has been lucky recently. If it weren’t for Fang Yang last time, he would have followed the way of Shi Baiye. Although it doesn’t matter to him to lose some money, it does not matter to people like them. In other words, face is more important than money.

Qu Yan was bold and generous, and Fang Yang would be happy to befriend him when he arrived. What's more, there was a Baihui Group standing behind him. Fang Yang needed the help of these people if he wanted to destroy Sequoia and attack Hongsheng Group.

After listening to Qu Yan, Fang Yang did not refuse, and he could learn about 307 Club from Qu Yan.

Quyan brought Fang Yang to a riverside food stall, blowing the wind by the river, drinking beer and it was so uncomfortable.

Fang Yang wondered how he would come to such a place to eat as Qu Yan.

"It's weird, how could I go to such a cheap roadside food stall to eat, so I don't have the consciousness of being the heir of the group?" Qu Yan noticed Fang Yang's gaze, took a piece of fried snail and threw it into his mouth. Said with a smile and joked.

Fang Yang did not answer, took a sip of beer, and looked at Qu Yan with a smile.

"I think it’s easy to eat here. Whether it’s expensive or cheap, you want to know the specific reason. When you come to my house, you will know the reason. The old man in my family is from a bitter haha ​​background, and he usually lives in a simple manner. After the rise of Baihui, I still have this temperament. My young master of the group who was born with a golden spoon just gave the old man a noble taste." Qu Yan laughed.

"By the way, Fang Yang, my old man asked me to invite you to sit at home."