Who Was Toying with Whom? (2)

"Thank you, ladies! Goodbye!!" Ye Lang picked up the packed food, said goodbye, and left.

"Goodbye! Who wants to see you again? Seeing you is sure to bring bad luck!!" Debbie snorted.

After a while, one of the girls let out a scream.

"Ah..."

"What's wrong?" the others asked.

"Weren't we supposed to take down that kid? Why do I feel like we're the ones being played?"

"..."

After thinking it over, the girls realized that things really seemed to be like that. They had originally intended to play a trick on Ye Lang, but it seemed that they had ended up being tricked by him and were even furious with him.

"I'm going to kill him!" Debbie shouted again, and actually prepared to chase after him.

"Forget it! Let it be. Maybe this is karma. We tried to play tricks on people, but we ended up being the ones who played tricks on!" The Most Beautiful Girl pulled Debbie aside and said with a touch of emotion.

"Yes! Let him be. Chasing after him now will only let others know about it and make us a laughing stock!" said the girl who had led the group. Judging from this moment, this girl was quite intelligent and didn't seem like a girl who only knew how to play around.

"Alright, we were just killing time anyway, and now that it's about time, let's all go back!" a girl said.

"Okay! Let's meet again next time. I'm a bit busy these next few days!" another girl said.

"Okay! It's settled then!"

The girls dispersed, putting the incident behind them. If nothing unexpected happened, they would soon forget about Ye Lang, since he was just a passerby.

At this moment, Ye Lang continued to wander around, carrying the food and wandering aimlessly. He did not put the food into his Space Ring because he had temporarily sealed Space Ring. He felt that if he was going to put on an act, he should do it thoroughly.

During this period, he was just an ordinary boy with no spatial items, no money, and he could not use alchemy or alchemical items.

Of course, this refers to situations where there is no danger!

After wandering around, Ye Lang found a square and sat cross-legged on a bench there, practicing his internal energy and restoring his spirit.

The next morning, Ye Lang opened his eyes, found a water source to wash his face and brush his teeth, and then began to practice his swordsmanship, intending to integrate swordsmanship into his body.

If Miss Debbie saw Ye Lang at this moment, she would not doubt that Ye Lang was not a swordsman, because Ye Lang's swordsmanship was very fast, which was not something that ordinary people could do. This alone could prove that he was a master swordsman.

However, Debbie didn't think Ye Lang was better than her, because she felt that although Ye Lang's swordsmanship was fast, it lacked the support of Battle Qi techniques, which made her think that the swordsmanship wouldn't be very powerful.

However, she felt that Ye Lang's swordsmanship seemed to have a unique aura, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

In fact, everyone who saw Ye Lang's swordsmanship also felt a certain aura, and this aura was actually Spiritual Qi. Ye Lang's swordsmanship contained a kind of Spiritual Qi that others did not have.

Perhaps, this is the Sword Intent of Ye Lang's Dugu Nine Swords!

Although the Dugu Nine Swords is just one set of sword techniques, everyone feels a different way when using it!

Everyone has their own unique characteristics; everyone has their own Dugu Nine Swords !

At this time, there were not many people in the square, and even if someone saw Ye Lang, they would think that Ye Lang was dancing more than practicing swordsmanship, and they would not be able to tell the difference unless they looked closely.

After an unknown amount of time, the square became increasingly crowded, and the sky grew brighter. Ye Lang stopped at that moment, ignoring the onlookers, and went to eat his breakfast.

Breakfast was just the stuff we packed up yesterday.

With more exercise, Ye Lang felt his appetite had improved. He ate most of the food he had planned to eat for a day. Since that was the case, he decided to exercise a bit more and finish his meal.

Anyway, this thing is basically free, and it's not related to my budget!

"Good!"

Ye Lang's exercise is sword practice. His swordsmanship is becoming more and more light and agile. He is like a butterfly flitting among flowers, "flying to and fro" with very graceful movements, which attracts people's attention.

At this moment, everyone felt that Ye Lang wasn't practicing swordsmanship, but rather wielding a sword—no, it should be called a sword dance!

"What beautiful swordsmanship!"

"Is this swordsmanship? This is clearly dancing!"

People on the side started to whisper among themselves, but Ye Lang didn't hear a word of it. He had isolated himself from the outside world, immersing himself completely in the swordplay, trying to comprehend its true essence!

When Ye Lang withdrew his mind and body, sheathed his sword, and left, he realized that he had become the focus of everyone's attention, as if he were being treated like a street performer.

Wait a minute, a street performer?

"Thank you all for coming! I'm just passing through your esteemed place today, but I'm out of money. I hope those of you with money can support me financially, and those of you without money can just show your support by being here!" A classic line burst from Ye Lang's mouth.

"..." The people around him fell silent. It wasn't that they didn't expect Ye Lang to do this, but rather that they didn't quite understand what Ye Lang meant and needed to process it.

When Ye Lang took out the money bag and placed it in front of everyone, they understood that he wanted money.

"Cut..."

Some people started booing, and then they left.

However, some people also offered money to Ye Lang, since they found his Ye Lang dance to be very impressive and felt it was appropriate to give him a reward.

"This is so much fun!"

Ye Lang squatted down to pick up the money. At this moment, he felt that this matter was getting more and more interesting. It seemed that it was very interesting to play with it from a different identity and a different perspective.

"Hey kid, got you?! You're out here performing for money!! Didn't you pay your protection money?!"

"..."

Just as Ye Lang was feeling happy, someone came over and disturbed his mood, making him start to feel a little annoyed.

Several fierce-looking thugs came over, surrounded Ye Lang, and stepped on the spot where Ye Lang was trying to pick up the money.

"This is a plaza, it belongs to the Empire, not you!" Ye Lang said.

"Haha! What empire? I'm the boss here. If you're not happy, you can ask the empire for protection. Look at your poor, pathetic appearance, who would pay attention to you! Haha..." A fierce-looking man laughed loudly.

"What do you mean by that? So what if I'm poor? Doesn't the empire have laws?" Ye Lang asked blankly.

"Yes, but I won't protect a poor kid like you!"

"Will you be protected?" Ye Lang asked.

"Haha, I don't need protection. I'm the law here!"