Dragon Clan: My identity seems to be wrong.

Lu Mingfei didn't want to talk more about this topic. He wanted to go back early to see what Xia Mi had done to his elder brother. It would be tragic if Xia Mi had done something bad to him, so he directly told her the purpose of their trip.

"During the last battle with Odin, Senior Brother Chu's sword broke, so I would like to ask you to help him forge a new weapon. Don't worry, the school will pay for it, and we will never let you do it for nothing."

When Old Tang heard Lu Mingfei's words, his eyes lit up instantly. He was worrying about how to repair the damaged villa. Isn't this like someone giving you a pillow just because you are sleepy?

When the people from the school maintenance department came to help him replace the rockery yesterday, they had already made it clear that if there was any damage on his side due to some factors again, he would have to bear the repair costs himself. After all, everything in his villa was the best, and the cost was there. If he had to replace the rockery every few days, no matter how much money the school had, it would not be enough.

But Old Tang had no money. He just threw all the scrap copper and iron in the Bronze City there because he didn't bother to go back and get them. It would take several days to go back and forth. As for alchemical weapons, he only had one set of Seven Deadly Sins, which he lost to Lu Mingfei when he lost a lot in a game. He was penniless. Fortunately, he didn't have to spend money on food and the Internet, otherwise he would have thought of taking a stroll to Wall Street to get some money to spend. However, since he was now in an alliance with humans, doing such a thing would have a bad impact, so he had no choice but to give up.

As for asking Fenrir for compensation, that was out of the question. He talked with Xia Mi for a long time yesterday, and they also talked about their experiences in the years since they awakened. He also sighed about Xia Mi's life in human society. He was lucky, living in the United States, a free and democratic country, and could barely make a living by taking some tasks on the Hunter Network. Xia Mi was miserable. In China, an environment under strict government control, basically all ways to make money quickly were written into the criminal law. Although Xia Mi was a dragon king, he had not yet reached the point where his body could withstand nuclear warheads. So he could only honestly follow the trend of the times and work to make a living. Besides, as a dragon king, he could not do such a cheap thing to argue with a child with an IQ of only five or six years old. So he could only swallow his anger and bear this part of the loss himself.

A penny can make a hero fall, life is not easy, the Dragon King sighed.

Now there is a sucker who has come to his doorstep, and since Lu Mingfei has clearly stated that the school is paying for it, if he doesn't ruthlessly rip off these wealthy people, is he still a human being? Although he is not a human being in the first place, shouldn't Longzi ask for a bigger price?

"Alas, between brothers, why should we talk about money? It hurts our feelings."

Old Tang eagerly put his arm around Lu Mingfei's shoulders and led him back to the reception room which had only three walls. When he saw the broken ruins, his eyes twitched again, and he secretly decided in his heart that he would never provoke those two house-wrecking maniacs again.

"I wonder what kind of weapons you want to customize?"

He pulled Lu Mingfei back into the living room and sat them down. Fortunately, when Fenrir demolished the house, the steel and concrete fragments were facing outwards, and there was no dust or rubble in the room, otherwise they would not even have a place to sit.

"I'll have to ask Senior Brother Chu about this. What kind of weapon is Senior Brother Chu planning to make?"

Lu Mingfei turned his head to look at Chu Zihang, who was sitting next to him without saying a word but with his ears perked up, and asked with a smile.

"Let's make a Japanese samurai sword. The kendo I learned at the Children's Palace is tailored for this kind of weapon, and I'm already used to using a samurai sword."

Chu Zihang expressed his thoughts without any hesitation. Although he was also proficient in using other weapons, the Japanese samurai sword was the weapon he was most proficient in and could exert 150% of its strength, so he chose the samurai sword.

"Ok, no problem, please wait a moment!"

After receiving Chu Zihang's request, Old Tang stood up without hesitation and lit up his golden eyes in front of everyone. The unique pressure of the Dragon King emanated, but under Old Tang's deliberate control, no one felt uncomfortable.

As the golden pupils ignited, Old Tang's dull demeanor immediately began to fade, revealing his true face. A heavy majesty emerged on his originally humorous face, and half of his face was covered with lead-gray scales. Even the air seemed to smell of sulfur and gunpowder.

"The spirit of words, the heaven and earth are the furnace."

As the solemn dragon language came out of Old Tang's mouth, countless fire elements in the air seemed to gradually gather and gradually formed a somewhat illusory cauldron. The strange thing was that this cauldron was obviously condensed by fire elements and was also red all over, but it did not emit any temperature, and even gave people the illusion of a red glass product.

With the appearance of the cauldron, tiny metal fragments like dust gathered from the air and gradually formed the shape of a samurai sword inside the cauldron. As time went by, the shape of the samurai sword became more and more complete, and finally it became a samurai sword in the shape of a Japanese tachi, about 80 cm long.

At the moment the samurai sword took shape, the temperature in the cauldron rose instantly, burning the samurai sword red, and Old Tang's eyes became solemn. His fingers moved slightly in the air, and complex runes condensed and appeared in the air under his carving, flashing strange light. After carving a total of 3,650 lines, a magic circle that was enough to make people dazzled at a glance appeared in the air.

Old Tang looked at the magic circle floating in the air and nodded with satisfaction. Then he controlled the magic circle to float into the cauldron, slowly merging into the samurai sword that was emitting a red light, and finally disappeared. As the magic circle merged, the blade of the samurai sword became dim at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if all the temperature had been contained in the blade without any dissipation. Waves like water waves appeared on the originally ordinary blade. It was clearly forged by flames, but it had waves like water waves, which was very strange.

Old Tang looked at the long sword in the cauldron with a serious face, but secretly glanced at Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, and found that their eyes were attracted by the samurai sword in the cauldron. He breathed a sigh of relief. After all, pretending to be very tired is also very hard, but in order to get more money from the academy, it doesn't matter if he is a little tired.