Dragon Clan: My identity seems to be wrong.

"Ah."

Chu Zihang responded calmly and stopped pouring physical strength into the samurai sword in his hand. The sun pattern on the samurai sword quickly dimmed and dissipated, and the blade also dimmed again, turning into an ordinary-looking long sword.

"Now, Scabbard, don't accuse me of not providing adequate service."

Old Tang waved his hand casually, and the iron elements floating in the air quickly condensed. In the blink of an eye, a plain iron-gray scabbard without any decoration appeared in his hand. Then he threw the scabbard to Chu Zihang. Old Tang rubbed his hands with a smile and looked at Lu Mingfei.

"Now we should talk about compensation."

Lu Mingfei looked speechlessly at Old Tang who had suddenly become materialistic, and the lofty image he had just built up in his mind collapsed in an instant.

"Tell me, how much is it?"

Lu Mingfei asked directly. Since he didn’t have to spend his own money anyway, the principal had told him when he came that all expenses would be paid for by the college. Naturally, he didn’t care.

"Alas! That's wrong. Do you think I'm the kind of person who is greedy for money? Do you know how much the seven deadly sins are worth? I can give them to you for free, and you still regard me as your brother?"

Old Tang looked at Lu Mingfei with a distressed expression, but his serious expression coupled with his funny face made people want to laugh no matter how they looked at it.

"Didn't I win the Seven Deadly Sins? Do you want it or not? If not, we'll leave."

Lu Mingfei knew Old Tang's character very well, so he would not be fooled by his expression. The more he played the emotional card, the more he wanted. Although the principal said that all expenses would be paid by the college, it couldn't be too outrageous, right? So Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes at Old Tang and looked like he was about to leave.

"Alas, although I really don't want to take your money, I know you would feel bad if I didn't accept it, so I will just accept a small amount as a token of my appreciation."

Old Tang hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Lu Mingfei with a flattering smile on his face. After all, the weapons had been made for them. Although it didn't take much effort, it did waste some time. They couldn't let them get away.

"Just tell me how much it is."

Lu Mingfei looked at Lao Tang with amusement. He felt that these dragon kings were no different from humans. He had already met five of the eight monarchs. Except for Odin who looked more like a monarch, the other four were quite weird. Fenrir was not to mention. Poor kid, Lao Tang, a salted fish brother control and a fat otaku, Constantine, a weak and weak brother control princess, and Xia Mi, not to mention. How could the shame of the dragon king be so impressive? What's more, she had done such an excessive thing to herself!

Thinking of what Xia Mi had done to him, Lu Mingfei gnashed his teeth in hatred. If it wasn't inconvenient now, he would definitely take off her pants and spank her butt!

Lu Mingfei took a look at the little skirt Xia Mi was wearing and thought secretly in his heart.

"Talking about money is so vulgar. As the saying goes, a good sword goes with a hero. We all care about fate."

Old Tang said seriously, but he was secretly wondering how much to say. To be honest, he was also quite troubled, after all, he had never sold alchemical weapons! He had no experience.

"What's the reason?"

Lu Mingfei looked at Old Tang curiously, wanting to see what he could say.

"What do you think of $100 million?"

Old Tang opened his mouth and slowly uttered a number, then looked at Lu Mingfei expectantly, waiting for his answer.

"Pfft! Are you serious? Do you know how much one hundred million dollars is?!"

Lu Mingfei looked at Old Tang in shock. He had expected that Old Tang would ask for a huge amount of money, and he was mentally prepared, but he was still shocked by Old Tang's appetite. One hundred million US dollars, which is equivalent to RMB 6.3 million. Lu Mingfei couldn't even imagine such a huge amount of money, but Old Tang just said it so easily?

"Hehe, after all, we are brothers, I can't ask for too much, right? One hundred million dollars to make friends!"

Old Tang had a bright smile on his face and looked embarrassed to ask for more, which made Lu Mingfei want to go up and scratch him a couple of times.

"One hundred million dollars is impossible. It's too much. Even if I agree, Norma won't agree to it."

Lu Mingfei said this seriously, although he didn't know how much the alchemical weapons made by Lao Tang were worth.

"Then how much do you say?"

Old Tang looked at Lu Mingfei. He also had no idea about the market conditions. The two of them, who had only a half-baked understanding of the value of the goods, began to bargain. One dared to speak and the other dared to listen. Finally, after Old Tang threatened for the fifth time that he would not sell it if the price was any lower, the two sides formally reached a consensus and the transaction was completed at 75 million US dollars. Both parties were very satisfied. Old Tang was satisfied because the price he had in mind was only 50 to 60 million US dollars, and this time it was 15 million more. Isn't it great!

As for Lu Mingfei's happiness, it was even simpler. According to Old Tang's initial offer, he helped the college save 25 million. Isn't this a great achievement?

In short, the problem was solved perfectly, and everyone was very happy except for the people in the college logistics department.

"Brother Chu, come here, I will help you heal."

After both parties reached a verbal agreement, Lu Mingfei turned around with a relaxed look, and saw Chu Zihang holding the new weapon without saying a word. Then he remembered that there was a seriously injured person here. Chu Zihang's palm was almost completely necrotic. If it weren't for the mixed-blood's strong physique, it wouldn't be a big deal to lose ten or eight kilograms of blood. Now Chu Zihang should be lying on the ground.

"Ah."

After obtaining a new weapon, Chu Zihang once again returned to his cold-blooded killer look, holding the scabbarded Sun Blade in his arms with an expressionless look on his face.

Lu Mingfei came to Chu Zihang helplessly, looking at his right hand that was almost turned into charcoal, his eyelids couldn't help trembling. At this moment, he really wanted to take a photo. If anyone dared to say that he was a ruthless person again, he would send him the photo of Chu Zihang's arm to see if this kind of mental attack could scare the other person to call him daddy.

"Palm Immortal Technique!"

The green light on Lu Mingfei's palm surged and slowly merged into Chu Zihang's dry arm. Not long after, the arm that was originally like a dry branch recovered into a plump and healthy arm, which definitely did not affect Chu Zihang's night life.

"Well, okay, thank you."

Chu Zihang moved his recovered arm and nodded to Lu Mingfei to express his gratitude. Anyway, he had already decided to follow Lu Mingfei from now on, so he didn't need to pay much attention to these formalities.

"Okay, now that you're done, go home and find your mothers. I won't keep you for dinner."

Seeing that the matter was over, Old Tang hurriedly offered to see the guest off. He still had to go to the logistics department to cash the money that Lu Mingfei had promised, in case anything unexpected happened.

"Okay, let's go then."

Having said that, Lu Mingfei stood up and chased after Xia Mi who had already walked out the door.