"Idiot, a sweet potato only costs one tael or eight dollars of gold, how can I find the gold ingots you give one hundred taels?"

On the south side of the hundred-zhang wide street, on the stall of roasting sweet potatoes, the old stall owner by the stove was yelling at a middle-aged man in front of the stall at the moment.

"Forehead ......"

The middle-aged man was scolded, but he didn't get angry or fight back, but he lowered his head and pondered. After a closer look, the middle-aged man was counting something with his fingers, and kept muttering: "One sweet potato is one or two or eight dollars, and ten sweet potatoes are ......."

"Haha, it's thirty-five taels!" The middle-aged man suddenly laughed and shouted at the old stall owner: "That's good! You just need to give me five more sweet potatoes, and we'll clear them two!"

"Hahahaha...... I'm so smart!"

The old stall owner looked at the leftover half of the sweet potato in the middle-aged man's hand, the corners of his eyes kept twitching, his fists were clenched, and it took a lot of effort to endure the urge to do it. Hanging his head, he sighed weakly: "Go, go, go farther......"

"What's wrong? Did I miscalculate again?" the middle-aged man raised the corner of his eye, and then lowered his head again, ready to recalculate.

"Let's go! don't delay my business!" the old stall owner threw the gold ingots worth a hundred taels back into the hands of the middle-aged man, and waved his hands tightly to drive away flies.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened, and he was just about to carefully calculate how much money he should give, but he counted it several times, but his head got bigger and bigger, and he waved his hand helplessly, and shouted: "No matter, I want all the sweet potatoes you have on the stall!"

"How much?

"Not for sale!" The old stall owner leaned out of the stove and glared at the middle-aged man and said, "I have regular customers coming to my stall every day, and you have bought all the sweet potatoes, what do you let them eat?"

"This ......" The middle-aged man felt that this was indeed a big problem, and after thinking for a long time, his eyes lit up and said: "Yes, you sell me the sweet potatoes, and I will set up a stall here for you, but they buy them from me!"

The old stall owner took a few deep breaths and burst out: "Zhao Bancheng! There are so many things in the city lord's mansion, do you still have the heart to wander around? Buy a few sweet potatoes for a hundred taels of gold, is there such a loser as you?"

"What's the matter! Those things in the house were done yesterday, and there are still no people who want to go out for shopping and leisure? Besides, my family has a lot of money! The house is full of people like this! I'm in a hurry to go out today, but I just copied a few. Do you want to get some of them?"

The middle-aged man leaned his back against the stove, one arm propped up on the stove, and the other hand raised the half of the sweet potato from time to time, chewing one bite at a time.

"You...... You...... You are a loser! All the family businesses left by the old city lord will be ruined by you!"

The old stall owner was panting like a bellows, and his chest rose and fell sharply.

"Uh-huh, who made me rich!" the middle-aged man was not ashamed, but said with a hippie smile.

"You...... You...... I don't want money for this sweet potato...... the old stall owner really didn't want to be angry with this person, so he had to say dejectedly.

"What are you talking about?" The middle-aged man was furious when he heard this: "Will I Zhao Bancheng not give money for eating? Our family is so rich, will I not give money for eating?"

"Just kidding! This is going to get out, won't my Zhao Bancheng's face be lost?"

"You have to collect this money today, and you have to collect it if you don't collect it!"

The middle-aged man was furious, and slapped his palm on the furnace mountain, and when he raised his hand, he saw that the gold ingots had been slapped into a round cake, but the furnace below was intact.

The two quarreled loudly, but whether it was a nearby stall owner or a passerby, they didn't look at it, and they did their own thing.

Just when the middle-aged man and the old stall owner looked at each other and the battle was raging, the middle-aged man suddenly turned his head.

"Someone casting a spell?"

Unless they are in their respective residences and have set up defensive formations, they must not cast spells, otherwise they will definitely be detected by the city protection array, and the city guards will come in a moment. Whatever the reason, the caster will be locked up for at least a few days. For this reason, there are very few violations by foreign cultivators who know the rules.

"Zhao Bancheng, this is all wrong, why don't you hurry over!" The old stall owner didn't look like an ordinary person, and almost a moment after the middle-aged man turned his head, his gaze also moved in that direction.

"Cut! This matter is under the control of the city guards, if everything comes to bother me, I won't be exhausted to death?" Zhao Bancheng took a bite of the sweet potato, and said clearly while chewing.

"You ......"

The old stall owner was about to say a few words to him, but the middle-aged man turned back again, looking in that direction with a slightly solemn expression.

"Looks like I'm really going to have to make a trip!"

Zhao Bancheng swallowed the remaining sweet potato in one bite, and disappeared as soon as his body moved. After leaving, the flattened gold ingots were kept, and another roasted sweet potato disappeared from the stove.

Seeing this, the old stall owner shook his head with a wry smile......

However, it was said that in the lobby on the first floor of Huiren Hall, Xu Chen snatched the brocade box in the hand of the handsome man, and then ran away.

The man is a frequent visitor to Biancheng, and he gradually adapts to the order of Biancheng from the initial disdain, he really didn't expect to meet a ...... in the orderly Biancheng Bandit?

What puzzled him even more was that the robber was ...... It's just an ordinary person!

What kind of joke are you kidding? The great cultivator in the late stage of this son's dignified foundation building was actually ...... by an ordinary person Robbery?

The handsome man was furious! He was so angry that he forgot the rules of Biancheng!

"Boy, look for death!"

With a wave of the man's big hand, a piece of wind blade suddenly took shape, roaring towards Xu Chen, who had already run to the door!

Although Xu Chen's body had improved by leaps and bounds in the past few days, how could he escape the angry blow of this late-stage foundation cultivator?

At the beginning, Senior Brother Ma and Yun Tianhe were in the outside world, and both their spells and bodies were greatly suppressed, but now they are on the territory of the cultivators, and the cultivators have a steady stream of spiritual energy support, and the power of the spells is not comparable to the outside world.

Seeing that the wind blade rushed behind Xu Chen in the blink of an eye, Xu Chen didn't realize it, and only thought about taking Shou Yuan Dan and escaping quickly!

In another moment, the wind blade would tear the bodies of Xu Chen and the others apart.

"Ah......" In the lobby on the first floor, many people who saw this situation shouted one after another, and the timid even covered their eyes with their hands, not daring to look at it again.

"Smack!"

A very strange voice sounded, but Xu Chen only felt as if he was flying out of thin air.

No, it did!

Just when the wind blade was within reach, a strong wind suddenly came from the side of the road, blowing Xu Chen and the others three zhang away, and those whistling wind blades were also blown to pieces by this strong wind, and they no longer had the power to hurt people.

When everyone in the lobby quietly opened their eyes, they saw a shocking scene!

The handsome man stood in place as if he had been immobilized......

"Division...... Senior brother!" the charming woman who had just been thrown away hurriedly ran forward a few steps and circled in front of the handsome man.

"Ahh

"This ...... This ......"

But I saw that the handsome man's face was covered with a layer of red and yellow clay, and it was covered with a roasted burnt skin.

"This ...... This is...... Earth...... Sweet potatoes?roasted sweet potatoes?" the charming woman stammered.

The handsome man didn't react until this moment, numbly stretched out his hand, wiped most of the muddy objects off his face, tried to open his eyes, and looked at the sweet potato in his hand blankly......

After a long time, an astonishing roar sounded in the lobby: "Who ......!

"Yo! uh...... Who is this? uh...... Want to be my son?uh...... Are you qualified? uh......"

With constant hiccups, a middle-aged man walked on the side of the road, who was the one who had just been at the sweet potato stall.

"Uh...... Are you going to be my son?"

The middle-aged man walked to the gate of Huiren Hall and glanced at the handsome man not far from the gate.

"City ...... City...... Lord of the City!" The pot-bellied steward saw the middle-aged man, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a pair of short legs didn't know how to move, and he slipped to the middle-aged man's side, and he didn't even leave an afterimage, as if he was teleporting.

"Why are you here? Come on, please come in, the little one will go and bring the best goods in the store, and the lord of the city can pick a few more items today!"

As he spoke, the steward was about to run back to the store to get something like teleportation again, but he was unexpectedly grabbed by a middle-aged man.

"Uh...... Wait a minute!uh...... I have to recognize my old man clearly!"

"Uh...... Damn old man Jiao, isn't this sweet potato fresh today......?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man walked up to the handsome man with sweet potatoes on his face, and said proudly, "Boy......! Do you want to be my son?uh...... Isn't that a small amount of courage!uh......"

"I ...... I ......, "That handsome man is a person who often comes to Biancheng, how can he not recognize the person in front of him?

"Junior...... The juniors don't know that the seniors are visiting, and they don't want to offend! I hope that the seniors don't care about the villains, and forgive the juniors!"

The handsome man is a proud person, but he is stronger than people, and he must bow his head when it is time to bow his head.

"Castle Lord...... Why do you have time to come here?"

A voice actually came from the sky, and a moment later, Old Man Liu, who was originally on the top floor, jumped directly from the building more than thirty feet high!

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and Old Man Liu smashed directly to the ground, and the jade floor in front of the gate of Huiren Hall was suddenly shattered.

Old man Liu didn't even use any aerial techniques!

"Lord of the City, Lord of the City, Why are you here? Don't say a word to the little one when you come, the little one is ready to meet you!"

Old man Liu didn't use the aerial spell, because when he jumped from the upstairs, his body was out of the room, and naturally he couldn't cast the spell!

Although he didn't use the aerial technique, the good defensive magic weapon on Old Man Liu's body, even if it was not activated, the treasure's own spirituality alone was enough to keep him safe. In an instant of landing, Old Man Liu got up and ran to the middle-aged man's side in a hurry.

"You old devil is still so ......"

"Bold! What are you doing?"

The people here are busy, and naturally no one pays attention to Xu Chen, who was blown out by the strong wind. Xu Chen was also decisive, and took advantage of this moment to take out the Shou Yuan Dan in the brocade box, and stuffed it into Yang Ziyun's mouth!

The handsome man rushed to Xu Chen's side, looked at the empty brocade box, and for a while anger surged in his chest!

Just as he was about to have a seizure, a person flashed in front of him!

The middle-aged man walked up to Xu Chen, looked at Xu Chen with interest, and introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Zhao Bancheng......!