Super Golden Eye

From the moment he entered the small courtyard, Fang Yang's attention has been highly tense, because the old man in Tang suit in front of him gave him a dangerous feeling. Fang Yang has just advanced to the junior yellow rank, and he is already considered a master among masters Now, five times the speed increase and five times the strength bonus is not a joke, but in front of this old man, there is a feeling of being on the back.

And the group of black-clothed bodyguards just now, among ordinary people, are definitely first-class masters, and there is a fierce evil spirit on them, which can only be cultivated under special circumstances. They should be retired veterans of the special forces, It is impossible for ordinary people to have this kind of aura, and the old man in front of him is even more unpredictable.

Also, the feng shui pattern here, the formation at the door, can actually trigger a riot of spiritual energy in one's body, the two people who restrained and countered are not ordinary half-baked feng shui masters, and their attainments in feng shui are absolutely incomparable.

What kind of place is this 307 clubhouse?

"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.

Hearing this, Fang Yang trembled, raised his head, and looked at the old man in Tang suit in front of the stone table. At some point, the woman in black had already sat beside the old man, and the old man was pouring tea for her.

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

Fang Yang was fully on guard, remembering that when he went out, his luck was obviously very good, why did he encounter such messy things.

Using the Feng Shui eye, he looked carefully at his fortune. If he didn't look at it, he didn't know. The thin white thread on his head was unknowingly stained with a touch of red, and he was secretly startled. The thing must be a terrible and dangerous thing, and even he himself who practiced Feng Shui was unknowingly implicated. Fang Yang concentrated on his luck, and secretly picked out the faint red thread from the thin white line. I felt relieved, but the old man's words made Fang Yang nervous again.

Just when Fang Yang brought up the red mist, the old man in Tang suit seemed to feel something fell, his eyes shrank slightly, and he took a deep look at Fang Yang.

"It seems that the rumors are not wrong. You are indeed a master of Feng Shui, and you have a lot of knowledge."

A few days ago, Fang Yang helped Cuiweiju, and was later invited by the Shen family to practice Fengshui. The news of changing his fortune has spread among the upper class circles in Jiangbei and even Songjiang, and he made a big splash in Gambling Stone City. The boss of Gambling Stone City personally Cutting stones for him pushed Fang Yang to the forefront.

"The old man asked me to come here just to verify this rumor?" Fang Yang's cold voice sounded, the word please bit heavily, thinking that he was escorted in by a man in black at gunpoint just now, Fang Yang said I was upset for a while.

Although the old man in Tang suit gave Fang Yang a sense of danger, he was not made of mud. He had reached the primary level of the yellow rank. If he really wanted to leave, Fang Yang still had some confidence.

"Little brother, don't get angry, the people below are ignorant, I am 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 stretched out his hand to make a request gesture, "Please sit down."

Fang Yang frowned, not sure what kind of medicine was sold in the old man's gourd, so he stepped forward and sat down at the stone table. Since the old man asked him to sit down, he should have no ill intentions towards him, at least for the time being. safe.

"Little brother found out, there is something wrong with Feng Shui here."

"Sure enough," Fang Yang thought to himself, the old man seemed to have discovered something when he eliminated his fortune just now.

"The old man is also in the Feng Shui line?" Fang Yang tentatively asked.

"I modified the feng shui here." After confirming Fang Yang's identity, the old man didn't hide it, and went straight to the point, "But the person who set up the formation has more feng shui than me. Since the little brother came here, it is fate. I want to ask my little brother for a favor."

"Since the old man knows the brilliance of the person who set up the formation, I only have a superficial understanding, how can I crack it?" Fang Yang said.

"Little brother may not know it yet. Shen Furong asked me for help. The Fengshui dragon veins of his old Shen family have been tampered with. I'm right." The old man smiled without saying a word, and took a sip of tea.

Fang Yang drank his tea with his head down, noncommittal. Since the other party had already said this, it would be too shameless to deny it.

"Why?" Fang Yang asked.

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

Hearing this, Fang Yang understood what the woman in black meant, and pondered a little, "I need time to prepare."

It's not that simple that this formation can actually affect him.

"Ten days." The oriole-like voice sounded again.

"I'll try my best." Fang Yang didn't say anything dead.

The woman in black nodded without saying a word. Fang Yang picked up the teacup, drank it in one gulp, got up and left the small courtyard.

The small courtyard regained its tranquility.

After a while, the woman in black looked up at the old man in Tang suit.

"Tang Bo, is this person reliable?"

"The dragon's veins of the Shen family have already taken shape, and if it is further developed, it will become the real dragon's veins. In troubled times, it will be the atmosphere of the princes of the world." The old man did not answer the woman's question, but talked about the Fengshui dragon veins of the Shen family.

"I hope so." The woman put down her teacup, turned and left.

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

…

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

In Feng Shui's eyes, that ray of blood appeared again. Just as Fang Yang was about to use Feng Shui's cultivation technique to investigate carefully, Shen Hou stretched out a hand and patted Fang Yang's shoulder. Fang Yang turned his head and said Hear a familiar voice.

"It's really you, Brother Fang!" Qu Yan said with a smile all over his face.

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

"I didn't play much today, so I just played a couple of random games. I didn't expect to win some money. Haha, let's go. I didn't do well last time. Thank you, brother. Today, our brothers happened to be drinking together. "Qu Yan is in a good mood today.

Since Fang Yang helped him last time, his luck has been pretty good recently. If it wasn't for Fang Yang last time, he would have followed Shi Baiye's way. Although it doesn't matter to him if he loses a little money, for people like them For me, face is more important than money.

Qu Yan is a bold and generous person, and Fang Yang will be happy to make friends with him, not to mention that there is a Baihui Group standing behind him. Fang Yang needs the help of these people if he wants to bring down Sequoia and attack Hongsheng Group.

After listening to Qu Yan's words, Fang Yang did not refuse, and it happened that he could learn about the 307 club from Qu Yan.

Qu Yan brought Fang Yang to a food stall by the riverside, enjoying the wind blowing by the river, enjoying beer.

Fang Yang wondered how he could eat in such a place as Qu Yan.

"It's strange. How could I eat at such a cheap roadside food stall? I'm so unaware of being the heir of the group?" Qu Yan noticed Fang Yang's gaze, and threw a piece of stir-fried snail into his mouth. He joked with a smile.

Fang Yang didn't answer, took a sip of beer and looked at Qu Yan with a smile.

"I just feel that the food here is refreshing, whether it is expensive or cheap, you want to know the specific reason, and when you go to my house one day, you will know the reason. My old man was born in Kuhaha, and he usually lives very simply. After Baihui's rise, I still have this temper, I, the young master of the group who was born with a golden spoon in my mouth, just raised the old man so that I have no aristocratic taste." Qu Yan laughed.

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