The Golden Cymbal replied angrily:

"Knowingly ask!"

Then he turned his head and looked at Shen Luo.

The appearance of the Golden Cymbal King is not terrifying, except for the exaggerated beard on his face, he is basically no different from a normal human, and he is wearing silver armor with cold light.

Some are like the door gods in New Year's paintings.

"Owner."

He threw a tattered gong on the table:

"It's the so-called magic weapon you forged, which made my son suffer a heavy injury, and now he can't get up from bed!

"Today, Bao Qingfang must give an explanation."

Ah......h

Shen slightly grinned.

Since it is a quality problem, then the compensation should be compensated, and you can't be a black-hearted businessman.

"This gong is indeed a little faulty.

"I don't know what compensation you want?"

The hand of the golden cymbal king stretched out from the cloak, and all five fingers opened at the same time.

Yu Arc is very pleasantly surprised:

"Do you want to compensate you for fifty demon yuan?"

Demon Yuan is the common currency of the demon world, and it can also be exchanged for the currency commonly used in the heavenly court in some of the black markets of the Three Realms......

The pit of the fruit.

After taking it, he shed his demon form on the spot and was introduced as a "land fairy" by the land god.

It can be seen that the liquidity of the demon element is strong.

In fact, the value of this gong does not exceed five demon yuan, and the golden cymbal Dharma King is already a lion with his mouth wide open.

But considering the strength of the other party, Yu Arc felt that this price was acceptable, and it was a big deal to save money and smoke a few more buckets of moldy flour.

So she gave Shen Luo a look:

Owner, say yes!

Shen slightly nodded:

"Since that's the case, then take the Five Demon Yuan ......"

Hmmm-

Before he could finish speaking, the golden cymbal's cloak suddenly shattered, and behind him, one arm after another stretched out, layer upon layer, and all of them had five fingers open.

Shen Luo and Yu Arc were shocked at the same time.

The current shape of the Golden Cymbal King ......

It is comparable to the thousand-armed Guanyin carved in Dazu stone.

"The old man hasn't finished talking just now, what are you anxious about?

"A total of 100,000 demon dollars,

"Not a single point less!"

After saying that, the Golden Cymbal King showed an imperceptible evil smile.

100,000 demon yuan, even if a small workshop like Baoqingfang smashes the pot and sells iron, it is impossible to get it!

Of course, his original intention was not to ask for compensation at all, this time he specially ran this trip, just to find trouble with Baoqingfang, and it was best to smash it.

Yu Arc froze when he heard this.

She soon realized that the old guy was here to find fault.

Crunch –

There was a sound in her neck, and the face of her true self that had been hidden couldn't help but want to switch and reason with this centipede spirit.

But the instinct of the businessman prevailed.

The snow-white fox still has a smile on his face:

"Dharma King, how can we get 100,000 demon yuan? You're not kidding. ”

The Golden Cymbal King does not forgive:

"Since you can't take it out......

"Then you Baoqingfang don't want to open it anymore, just treat it as a substitute for hurting my son."

Fart!

Yu Arc has already scolded in his heart:

You old guy is the owner of Phoenix Mountain, how can anyone in the mountain dare to hurt your son, it's just a little demon fighting, going home and crying.

Shen Luo also saw the other party's true intentions.

But he didn't rush to turn his face.

After all, there is indeed a problem with the quality of the gong, and it is Baoqingfang that has a problem first, and the sincerity to solve the problem must be taken out.

He picked up the fragment and examined it carefully:

"So be it......

"This guest, we can repair this gong and replace it with pure gold, and you can take it back to Ling Lang to play with, how about it?"

In real life, this is also a common solution to the problems faced by merchants.

Shen Luo directly copied it.

"Repair?"

King Jin Cymbal smiled.

I'm here to serve you, how can I let you fix it? It's really beautiful to want to get through so easily......

But......

You can take this opportunity to tease this little-known owner!

Cough!

King Jin Cymbal cleared his throat:

"It's not impossible to say what you said.

"But the affairs of Phoenix Mountain are very busy, I need you to repair the gong on the spot, otherwise, it will still be handled according to my compensation of 100,000 demon yuan."

He promised to be so fast that Yu Arc was on his toes.

She handed over her eyes:

Owner, this guy didn't have a good heart.

Shen Luo nodded, indicating that he understood, and the Golden Cymbal Dharma King would most likely secretly do something when he repaired it, embarrassing him, and finally destroy Baoqingfang.

But it doesn't matter.

Shen moved his shoulders slightly.

The owner of Baoqing Fang couldn't control the Samadhi True Fire before, so after I enter the game, I should be able to master it, right?

Harm~

Who made me a player?

If the dog planner really gave me a waste wood role, then the master would retire on the spot!

"Yu Arc, give me the materials."

Yes?

She gave a look of embarrassment:

Big brother, 99% of your forging is a complete failure, and the remaining 1% is also a spiritual material and self-made tool.

All in all, his Samadhi True Fire was either extinguished or exploded, and until today, Yu Arc had never seen what the Origin Fire of the Baoqing Fang Master looked like.

You don't need to stumble with the golden cymbals, you can stop eating!

However, Shen Luo was honey-confident.

She could only take out the golden mother in the safe, and handed it to him very reluctantly:

"Owner.

"Save it, save it."

Shen slightly weighed the golden mother and the fragments of the gong:

"Yes, let's get started."

King Jin Cymbal's eyes narrowed.

A deputy hand stretched out from his cloak, put it behind his back, and then condensed his demonic power, preparing to directly destroy it when Shen Luo was forging it.

He was very confident in his cultivation.

Baoqing Fang owner......

It looks mediocre and can't be my opponent.

After getting the materials, a prompt popped up in front of Shen Luo's eyes, with a formula:

[Do you want to release the skill Samadhi True Fire?] 】

Click OK.

Let's see what the hell it is!

He spread out his hands and used his mana, so that the golden mother and the gong were suspended in front of him:

"Smoke is born of fire, and fire is extinguished.

"Bearish Samadhi, inexhaustible ......"

There was silence in the hall.

Shen Luo's palm was empty, and the material was floating quietly in front of him, not even a spark appeared.

Ah......h

The corners of Shen Luo's mouth twitched.

Madan, you won't really give me a wastewood role!

Retire!

I'm going to quit!

Yu Arc simply covered his face: "Sure enough, the owner is still the same......"

King Jin Cymbal frowned suspiciously.

Forget it, just destroy the materials according to the process, so that this kid can't forge it.

The hand behind his back used demonic power, intending to crush the Golden Mother in the air.

Hiahiahia~

Baoqingfang, this dilapidated shop that no one knows about in the first place, is about to completely disappear from the Three Realms!

HONG！！！

At this moment, a deafening pop sounded.

The temperature in the main hall skyrocketed, and I saw dazzling firelight spewing out from Shen Luo's palm, and the tongue of fire jumped up, burning a blackened hole on the top of the main hall.

Not only that, but the Golden Cymbal Dharma King had secretly unleashed the demonic power of the past, and it was burned to the point of being invincible in an instant.

Whoa—

The hand behind the back of the Golden Cymbal was countered and directly roasted into black charcoal.

Yu Arc looked away in surprise.

The Samadhi True Fire released by Shen Luo soared more than ten meters high, and the red light was mixed with an extremely dazzling golden color.

"This ......"

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