Are you really an alchemist?" Someone raised this question.
"Yes," Ye Lang nodded, but not many people believed his "yes".
"Can I see your registration form?" Johnny stretched out his hand and asked Ye Lang for his registration form to check. Although this registration form was filled out by Ye Lang himself, it was written before. At that time, he might not have thought that he would use alchemical weapons.
"Here you go." Ye Lang handed the bill to Johnny without hesitation.
"Prodigal son?" Although Johnny already knew that this might not have any results, after all, Ye Lang had such an attitude, he still could not imagine that there would be such a profession.
"Well, his main job is a prodigal son, and his secondary job is an alchemist." Ye Lang nodded. Alchemist was just a secondary job.
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"Don't say so much, let your people come up quickly, I want to solve this problem quickly." Ye Lang said a little impatiently. He didn't like to spend time on waiting, mainly because this matter was not because he liked it.
"I'll meet you this time, you won't have another chance to succeed." Another person jumped out.
"As for you, let's change someone else. You are not good enough to look at that person. It's you. You come." Ye Lang was not interested in this person, but because he felt that this person's strength should be lower than Edward's. He would leave it to Edward to deal with it himself and only choose the one who was much stronger than Edward.
And there, apart from the two just mentioned, there seemed to be only two more people left, one was Johnny, and the other was an unknown one.
Johnny had said a few words after all, so he was asked to stand for a while longer. This was his last chance. At this time, Johnny frowned, as if thinking about something...
"Mr. Ye, are you looking down on me?" the man standing aside said angrily.
"Yeah." Ye Lang nodded. He was very honest and would never lie about such things, even if it would irritate the other party.
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"Since Mr. Ye thinks highly of me, I have no choice but to accompany you." The person named by Ye Lang appeared on the scene. He didn't want to retreat at this time. He wanted to show it to Miss Kasa.
"I respect you, I respect you. You are the highest-ranking person here right now. Well, there is something I want to ask you." Ye Lang suddenly asked the city lord beside him.
"What's the matter?" the city lord asked subconsciously.
"Can I ask Li Shiba to play for me? I'll give him 10,000 gold coins," Ye Lang asked.
"..., no." The city lord's face darkened.
At this moment, almost everyone's face was filled with black lines, and they all wanted to kill this hateful Ye Lang...
"Hey, if possible, Li Shiba can definitely deal with you. I'm just a weak alchemist. I really don't want to fight with warriors like you..." Ye Lang shook his head and sighed.
Weak? I think it's despicable.
Almost everyone has this thought in their mind...
"Okay, come on, I'm going to use my secret weapon," Ye Lang said to the master.
The master drew his sword. It seemed that nobles all liked to use swords, which seemed more elegant. However, just as the master was about to attack, Ye Lang suddenly raised his hand and shouted, "Wait!"
"What else do you want?" The master paused.
"I want to ask, won't you tell me about your strength?"
"I won't say anything," the expert said, then rushed forward. He watched Ye Lang carefully, afraid that Ye Lang would do something tricky.
Fighting with an alchemist is a headache for warriors, especially magicians. They don't know what moves the alchemist will make. Fortunately, there are not many alchemists who know how to fight. "Wind, fire, water, earth, all four elements..." After throwing a few alchemical mines, Ye Lang opened the alchemical cannon to the maximum and blasted at the master.
However, at this time, the master already knew Ye Lang's moves, so he had long been on guard against Ye Lang using such a move. He avoided the flash at full speed.
"Boom!" The alchemical cannon hit a corner of the city lord's castle, and then that corner of the castle began to collapse...
"You little bastard, you're demolishing my house!" The city lord roared after staying there for a while.
"Stop arguing, I will compensate you. If you continue to argue, I will tear down your house." Ye Lang put away the alchemical cannon, then threw out a few grenades and said nonchalantly.
He has plenty of money, and even if the entire castle is demolished, he can still afford the compensation. No one will doubt this. Of course, this is only true for those who know him and understand him, not the people here.
"Can you afford it? This is... Hey, what is this..."
"Chiu..." While the city lord was shouting, a black object flew in the sky. It seemed to be Ye Lang's alchemical bomb.
"I'm a bomb, everyone, hurry up!"
People near the city lord began to hide, including Miss Kasa and others.
This guy even dared to do this, throwing a bomb at Miss Kasa, the person he wanted to pursue, and her father. Is he really here for a blind date?
"I'm sorry, my hand slipped and I threw it in the wrong place," Ye Lang apologized sincerely.
"You definitely did it on purpose!" Before the city lord could call out, the girl Feifei had already shouted, gritting her teeth at Ye Lang, wishing she could eat him up.
"I really didn't mean to stop talking to you. I want to kill Shiluo. Hey, if you are tired, just lie down," Ye Lang shouted to the master.
At this time, the master was in distress. He was exhausted by Ye Lang's grenades, and the ground was full of alchemical mines. It was not pleasant to step on them. He had to be careful to avoid this guy. In fact, he was not fighting with alchemy, he was fighting with money. How much money did these things cost? Could ordinary people afford it?
Everyone was aware of this and knew that Ye Lang's fighting style was not something that others could learn. At the same time, Ye Lang himself estimated that he would not be able to maintain it for long because it consumed too much gold coins.
This explosion is not an alchemical bomb, but a yellow gold coin
He was right. His main job was to be a prodigal son, and only a prodigal son could fight in such a way. At this time, everyone seemed to realize that money was a very powerful weapon. Such an attack seemed unable to cause fatal damage to the master. It could even allow the master to get closer to Ye Lang little by little. Finally, after dodging a grenade, the master slashed at Ye Lang with a sword. This sword brought with it a strong fighting spirit, as if to cut Ye Lang into pieces.
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