Of course, Yang Fenglou is not addicted to fortune-telling, and he has made up his mind to follow Saiwolong to deceive the rivers and lakes in the future, he wants to go out to tell fortunes regardless of his physical injuries, but in this way, he wants to pass the news to the Right Dragon Wujun.

It's just that it was three days before he dragged his freshly injured body out of the tent.

As soon as Yang Fenglou came out of the tent, he just put down the hexagram table, which immediately caused a sensation in the entire camp.

Three days ago, at the celebration banquet, in order to protect Wang Xianzhi, Xiao Gaoren did not hesitate to block the Huang Chao hero's shot alone, was seriously injured, and was ordered to retreat for seven days by the master Sai Wolong.

The three floors inside and the three floors outside the three floors surrounded Yang Fenglou's hexagram stall in a stormy area.

When Yang Fenglou saw it, he also had a little headache, sometimes it was too popular, and it was not a good thing, he set up a stall just to spread the news, and it was inevitable that there would be flaws in the crowd, and the most terrifying thing was that if there were too many people, the personnel of the Right Dragon Martial Army could not squeeze in front of him, how could they pass the news? That would definitely make people want to die in embarrassment.

However, Yang Fenglou had no choice but to look for the code of the Right Dragon Martial Army in the crowd, and at the same time say the words that had been prepared a long time ago.

Many friends know that Yang was ordered to retreat for seven days by his uncle due to physical reasons, and now his body is barely recovering......

Some friends know, some friends don't know, Yang is a hexagram, only fate, and only three trigrams a day, okay, gossip or don't talk much, let's just start ......"

As soon as Yang Fenglou finished speaking, the crowd suddenly became chaotic, and one by one they straightened their necks with red faces, and asked Yang Fenglou to tell their fortunes.

Yang Fenglou smiled, silent, and kept looking for a pair of eyes in the crowd.

Finally, he reached out and pointed.

"This friend, please come forward, you and I are destined, do you want to count a hexagram?"

Everyone let out a sigh in unison, their disappointment was beyond words, and they all turned their heads to look at the person, they didn't know him, and they couldn't help but guess, how could he have a relationship with Xiao Gaoren?

Yang Fenglou smiled secretly in his heart, could there be no fate? The person he targeted was none other than Dou Wen, the secret stronghold of the Right Dragon Martial Army in Ruzhou City.

Dou Wenwen pretended to be happy to descend from the sky, stepped forward stupidly, and arrived in front of Yang Fenglou, constantly thanking him.

Yang Fenglou pretended to be a master, just nodded, but his heart was very relaxed, it was beyond imagination to find the person who connected him so easily.

As for choosing others, it's much more arbitrary.

Just as he was about to choose two people at random, there was a big chaos in the crowd, and several powerful martial artists broke into the inner circle directly, regardless of the heavy barriers of the crowd.

In Wang Xianzhi's camp, most of them are rough and good men on the rivers and lakes, who value face the most, and they are squeezed by life, so they are naturally angry, and they are idle when they scold, and there are a few short-tempered people who want to do it directly.

It's just that after they saw the people clearly, most of them died down and thought they were unlucky.

It turned out that the people who came were all Huang Jiajun.

Huang Jiajun and ordinary Jianghu people, although they both belong to Wang Xianzhi's anti-Tang army, but under the leadership of Huang Chao and the Huang family brothers, they are especially grouped, and they are a little arrogant on weekdays, and they are very unaccustomed to looking down on ordinary Jianghu people who are like a plate of scattered sand, especially after Huang Chao personally succeeded in a surprise attack on Ruzhou, Huang Jiajun's arrogance is even higher, and even the descendants around Wang Xianzhi are unwilling to be enemies with Huang Jiajun.

However, these Jianghu people also know that several leaders of the Huang family army seem to be not very right with the uncles and nephews of the Zhenwu Palace, and on the banquet of the big tent, they are-for-tat openly and secretly, and it is not once or twice, especially three days ago, Xiao Gaosheng was injured by Huang Chao Daxia, and for three whole days, Huang Jiajun did not say anything at all, which shows the depth of the prejudices of both sides.

No one thought that when the little master set up a stall to tell fortunes, the people in the Huang family's army would be there, but they didn't know if they were here to support or smash the field?

As soon as Yang Fenglou saw Huang Jiajun arrive, he couldn't help but squint his eyes, the so-called soldiers came to block the water and cover the earth, but he wanted to see what Huang Jiajun was going to do.

After Huang Jiajun cleared the field and opened the road, two people walked over, one of them was swaying, it was Huang Ye, and the other person, the fan in his hand was swaying, but it was the original Ruzhou army Hu Tiancheng.

Yang Fenglou frowned, not knowing how these two people could get together and come together.

Huang Ye estimated that he had drunk too much again, and walked in front of Yang Fenglou in a leisurely manner, first burping, which made Yang Fenglou hide, and then said: "Little master, haha...... Yang Tianquan: Aren't you accurate in your hexagram calculations? Come on, come on, and give me a hexagram ......."

"Not really. ”

"Why not?"

"I don't have anything to do with you. ”

"No fate? It's not a daughter-in-law, what fate do you want?"

"That's it, don't accept it, get out!"

"You dare to scold me?"

Huang Ye was suddenly furious, and after finishing speaking, he leaned forward and was about to make a move.

Unexpectedly, Yang Fenglou smiled coldly, took a step forward directly, and puffed up his chest.

"What? Do you still want to do it? Three days ago, in the big tent, you kicked me while I was injured, making me hurt and injured, and I lay down for three days, and now you still want to do it? Okay, come on, come on, Yang is here, you just have to do it!"

Yang Fenglou's toughness immediately attracted the applause of the surrounding rivers and lakes, they were already suffering from the Huang Jiajun's flying and domineering, although they didn't dare to say anything on their lips, and their hearts were not happy, but now seeing that Xiao Gaoren was so tough, he directly pointed at Huang Ye with the tip of the needle, and couldn't help cheering for Yang Fenglou.

Huang Ye was stunned, but he didn't think so, with his rough temperament, he didn't know what it meant to "commit public anger", he only knew that Yang Fenglou didn't take him to heart at all, he couldn't help but be angry, and really raised his fist.

But he didn't want to, Hu Tiancheng beside him stopped him, whispered a few words, and finally asked him to put away his posture, but he was unwilling, and turned directly to Dou Wenwen beside Yang Fenglou.

"How can he tell a fortune?"

"It's fate. ”

"If he gives me the quota for fortune telling, will I be destined?"

Yang Fenglou smiled coldly.

"Still not. ”

Huang Ye finally became furious.

"Okay, you Yang Tianquan, grandpa asked you to tell the hexagram, it was to give you face, you dare to shirk it again and again? Believe it or not, grandpa copied your hexagram stall?"

Yang Fenglou smiled coldly and was about to speak.

Unexpectedly, there were also people outside the crowd who sneered.

"Uncle and nephew of the Zhenwu Palace, it is of great use to my army, even if Grandmaster Wang sees it, he is very polite, and now someone wants to copy Brother Yang's hexagram stall? )