There is an old saying in the Tianyuan Continent that when you go poor and go, you will go there quickly.

This means that if a poor man wants to make money, he must go to Yifang City. If the speed of making money in Yifang City cannot satisfy you, then go to the entrance of the Lingshi Field next to him! Here, you can definitely quickly satisfy all your imagination about wealth.

Yifang City!

It is known as the Pearl of the Western Wilderness! It is the most prosperous city in the Western Wilderness and the largest trading and distribution center in the Western Wilderness.

Yifang City said it was a city, but there was no city wall. All it was a symbolic city gate made of countless wool stones.

On both sides of the city gate, there is a pair of imposing couplets engraved on the iron-painted silver hooks - the plains are rich like a dream, and win the world with small gains!

All right!

When Qian Yang saw this messy couplet, he couldn't help laughing on the spot. After being ridiculous, he had to admit that such plain and vulgar words could just scratch the deepest yearning for the poor like him.

Yes, Qian Yang is a poor man.

Although there are still many spirit stones in his pocket now, compared to those he threw away a while ago, he didn't even want to take a look at these spirit stones.

Qian Yang never wants to mention the things he discarded again. They are nearly one-fifth of the land in Tianyuan Continent, and are wealth that a person will never earn in hundreds of lives.

Others can't imagine how much harm a wealthy fan would cause to his fragile mind, and this kind of damage would push his temperament to a level of pervert.

In short, Qian Yang now has only an unshakable idea in his mind - make money! He wants to earn back all the spirit stones he threw away. If anyone dares to stop him from making money, he will definitely raise the brick without hesitation, slap all the barriers in front into flat cakes, and then choke into his stomach bit by bit.

That's right! Don't stop me!

Qian Yang rubbed his face a few times by the gate of Yifang City, and secretly made a grand oath that he would never leave without making the lost money back.

Turning around, Qian Yang jogged back a few steps, grabbed a thin old man who was not astonishingly handsome, and said, "Master, Yifangcheng has arrived. Let's find a place to rest!"

The old man didn't say anything, but looked at the majestic city gate with a complicated expression and remained silent for a long time. His slightly trembling legs undoubtedly expressed the turbulence in his heart without any concealment.

"Master, let's go!" Qian Yang chased after him gently.

The old man with difficulty retracted his gaze and nodded slightly.

When you enter the city gate, there is a wide street with pedestrians flowing on the street and dressing in different clothes. The buildings on the road are neatly arranged, and the gates are open in and out without exception, and people are constantly in and out, looking like shops with a prosperous business. But strangely, there is no house here with signs hanging on it, which makes Qian Yang inexplicable.

"Master, these are all shops, aren't they?" Qian Yang asked.

The old man looked worried and obviously had no interest in speaking, just nodded slightly.

Qian Yang's doubts became even stronger: "Since it's a store, why not hang a sign? Without a sign, who knows what business they do?"

The old man glanced at him without saying anything, which made Qian Yang very embarrassed.

But suddenly another voice cleared Qian Yang's siege.

"This is my first time in Yifang City, right?"

"Well……"

Qian Yang was stunned and thought to himself, why did anyone feel so owed? He looked up at the person who came. He was a pretty young man, and he seemed to be different from Qian Yang's age. The man was wearing a dazzling orange robe and a spring breeze on his face.

But Qian Yang was not interested in this kind of smile because he had seen too many of these smiles. The most recent one was Song Yi from Wuling Pavilion.

This kind of smile is called the professional smile of a businessman!

Qian Yang subconsciously raised his hand and covered his bracelet, fearing that if he was not careful, the money inside would no longer be named Qian.

"That's right, it's my first time here." Qian Yang was secretly alert, but he wouldn't lie about this thing that could not deceive people.

The young man seemed to have not seen Qian Yang pressing his hand on the bracelet at all, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist doesn't know that the shops in Yifangcheng do not need signs at all, because all the shops here do only one kind of business, that is..."

"I understand, thank you, goodbye!" Qian Yang did not wait for the others to finish his words, so he thanked him politely, and then pulled the old man forward.

The young man in orange robe was shocked and could only swallow the second half of his words.

Qian Yang really didn't want to say a word to the young man. He could tell at a glance that the man was a salesman. If he talked to a salesperson, then there was still a end? He felt that with the thickness of his face, as long as he said three words, he would definitely have to buy something to leave.

Qian Yang wanted to leave, but suddenly realized that he might not be able to walk away. Because in the blink of an eye, the road ahead was blocked tightly by more than a dozen people.

Looking around, I saw that these people were men and women, old and young. Some were covered in wind and frost, some were innocent, some were upright and elegant, and some were vulgar.

However, although the shapes are different, these people have the same point, that is, the clothes of these people are all dazzling orange in color regardless of their shape!

"Hiss..." Qian Yang took a deep breath and thought to himself, would he have encountered forced buying and selling as soon as he entered the city?

"You... are all from the same group?" Qian Yang was a little panicked, and the bracelet was pressed tighter by him.

"Cough cough~" A middle-aged man with a vulgar appearance in the group coughed lightly, then walked forward: "Fellow Taoist misunderstood. We are all tooth merchants in Yifang City, and we have no subordinates to each other. But according to convention, tooth merchants will wear orange clothes."

"Tooth merchant?Tooth merchant?" Qian Yang didn't understand for a moment, and he said these two words several times before he could react: "Agent?"

"Uh..." The middle-aged man was also stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized: "Yes, yes, that's about it!"

Qian Yang then understood that he had been in Tianyuan Continent for so many years, and the cultural differences between him and others were still too great to be considered. The daily language was not a big problem, but some proper nouns were obviously not able to keep up.

"This? I wonder if you want to stop me..." Qian Yang knew that these people were agents, and he felt even more panicked for a moment. He now doesn't think anyone wants to make money from him.

Qian Yang's rookie performance made the teeth merchants speechless, and the old man who was supported by Qian Yang finally couldn't bear to see it anymore. He hugged his fists tremblingly and said, "My master and apprentice have just arrived here and there is no place to settle down yet. Why don't you please help us find a suitable place to stay and have some communication in the future."

Qian Yang looked at the old man in surprise, wondering why the old man had to give others a spirit stone. In his opinion, it was not difficult to find a place to live. They didn’t have any special requirements, so it wouldn’t be fine to live anywhere. But you naturally have to spend more money when you find an agent. It’s easy to say the agency fee openly, but the price you raised secretly might be as much as you can!

Qian Yang originally didn't care about this little money, but he was severely stimulated some time ago, and the money in his pocket was of great use, so now spending an extra piece of spirit stone will make him suffer from a toothache for a long time.

Sure enough, when the middle-aged man heard the old man's words, his eyes lit up: "I wonder how long do you plan to live in Yifang City?"

The old man smiled slightly: "Live for a long time!"

The middle-aged man's eyes began to shine: "Live for a long time?"

Qian Yang's heart trembled: "It's over, I may have to spend more spirit stones now!"

But who would have thought that the middle-aged man said something he would never imagine.

"If you don't dislike me, why not stay at my house for the time being, it's free!"

"What? Free?" Qian Yang smiled and thought I was a fool, right?

The middle-aged man didn't even look at Qian Yang and continued to say to the old man: "My place is not very spacious, but it's not a big problem to stay for the time being. It's not too late to move out when you find a more suitable place to live!"

The old man smiled slightly: "Then I'll trouble fellow Taoist!"

Qian Yang was stunned when he heard this and pulled the old man's arm hard, thinking to himself, you are such an old man, why don't you even have the minimum living experience? You can just go to the cheaper one? You can live in a house for free? How can you have free lunch in this world? Who do you know someone, and you dare to live in someone's house?

But the old man glanced at him hard, then turned around and signaled to the middle-aged man to lead the way, seeing that he was raising his legs and was about to follow the person.

At this time, a voice with a 70% confusion suddenly came over: "Are you Grandpa Ding?"

The old man was stunned, Qian Yang was also startled, and followed the voice and turned his eyes to a middle-aged woman in the teeth merchant.

The woman had an ordinary appearance, a slightly fat figure, and had some traces of time on her face.

Qian Yang secretly investigated the woman's cultivation level. She was only in the Qi Refining Stage, so her appearance...

"She isn't she younger than me, right?"

Qian Yang was shocked and realized that if it weren't for the reason of cultivation, he would be afraid that he would have been middle-aged, right?

"You are..." The old man's voice trembled a little.

"I am Xiaoyi!" The middle-aged woman's expression was obviously a little excited.

"Xiao Yi?" The old man's turbid eyes glowed with a glimmer: "Are you Lao Meng's granddaughter?"

"Yeah!" the middle-aged woman nodded continuously.

"Is Lao Meng okay?" The old man was obviously a little excited.

The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "It's pretty good, Grandpa Ding is okay, right?"

"It's OK!" The old man smiled happily: "Let's go! Take me to see the old thing!"

"This..." the middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment before saying, "My grandfather was not at home, so she went out to see the stones. It would take a few days to come back. Otherwise... Grandpa Ding will live in Uncle Li's house first. When he comes back, I will take him to find you."

"Uh..." When the old man heard that Old Meng was not here, he was a little disappointed, but he could only nod and asked, "Your Uncle Li..."

The vulgar middle-aged man next to him poked his head out: "My younger generation is his Uncle Li!"
Chapter completed!