Against All Odds: Legacy Of A Football King - Chapter 9: Arriving At The Harlem Academy Grounds

Ye Hao travels to the world of horror recovery.

It is full of demons, ghosts walking at night, and aliens with awakened abilities.

Ye Hao, who has always been more salty, did not expect that the golden finger would be so powerful that it would automatically level up.

“A good meal, Liuku Immortal Thief is in a beautiful mood, and the speed of cultivation is doubled.”

“Gu Lingqian will sense the presence of a Specter nearby, and he will be excited, and the training effect will increase by 70%.”

“The speed at which you made the talisman is too slow, the sky is the ****, and you have realized the mystery.”

“You haven’t touched a beautiful woman today, you are in a low mood with both hands, and you have no progress in your practice.”

“You watched a small movie, and Daluodongguan was very excited and fell into a state of epiphany.”

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Ye Hao really didn’t think about working hard, but his eight strange skills were too good.

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Rainer, an amateur arcanist and college student, sought to create a new spell far surpassing the magic of the few he inherited from his grandfather. Yet the interference of an unknown event during the casting of his spell led him to be thrown through space and time.

In a freak alchemy accident, the omnipotent Extreme Alchemist of his generation was bound to the continuous cycle of worldly existence. His fallen soul was reincarnated into the body of an ordinary young man named Fang Lin.

From then on, Fang Lin became the chaotic mess of an alchemy genius.

“You’re nothing but scraps before me. I am the almighty Extreme Alchemist! So, you’re a martial arts genius, huh? Come…Come. Come! Have a taste of the elixir made by the great master.”

The path of becoming an extreme alchemist was rough, bumpy and rugged, but at the end, the Mighty Cauldron awaited beyond the Nine Cauldrons!

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