With the Demon Lord's chuckle, the negotiation atmosphere that had just begun to improve suddenly fell to the bottom.
Li Xian looked at the Demon Lord, took a deep breath, and said word by word: "Demon Lord, that's impossible!"
“Hmm…” The Demon Lord looked at Li Xian with a calm gaze, but the invisible pressure had already made Li Xian break out in a cold sweat.
Li Xian was like this, and Yuan Yong next to him was even more miserable, with a pale face and sweat dripping from his chin. Although Yuan Yong was mature, he was useless in front of the saint. In comparison, Li Xian at least had the identity of a saint's disciple.
The heavy pressure seemed to be pressing directly on Li Xian's soul, but Li Xian still sat upright, looking directly into the eyes of the Demon Lord without any retreat.
Beside him, even Lord Abaoluo felt the heavy pressure and lowered his head a little bit. Looking at Li Xian who was still holding his head high, Lord Abaoluo suddenly had a thought in his mind: I am not as good as Li Xian!
I don't know how long it took, but in this atmosphere, every second felt like an eternity. The pressure around him suddenly eased. Almost instantly, Yuan Yong suddenly fell backwards. The huge pressure disappeared, and Yuan Yong, who was unprepared, made a fool of himself on the spot.
Demon Lord Abaolu also took a few deep breaths and wiped a cold sweat off his forehead; only Li Xian remained sitting still, staring directly at Demon Lord Jubao.
This time, Abaoluo Demon Lord wanted to yell at Li Xian: You are such a talent! There are few quasi-saints who dare to look directly at a saint like this.
Look, even Leopard Demon Lord couldn't help but say: "Aren't you afraid of me?"
Jubao Demon Lord said "I" instead of "myself". Invisibly, the Demon Lord also recognized Li Xian. As the saying goes, heroes appreciate each other, and the Demon Lord saw his younger self in Li Xian.
Li Xian smiled, and his smile was very sincere. When Jubao Demon Lord said this, Li Xian knew that he had succeeded. Li Xian bowed slightly: "The Demon Lord is a saint who is high above. I respect the Demon Lord, so I am not afraid of him."
"That's a nice word. I'm very happy." Jubao Demon Lord nodded, but his expression gradually became serious: "However, since you want to pass through Demon Cliff Peak, you have to pay for the passage. I'll give you one last chance. Come up with a condition that will satisfy me. Otherwise... Humph!"
The Demon Lord is still the Demon Lord after all, so there is no need to expect him to be a vegetarian.
This time, Yuan Yong couldn't help much, so only Li Xian could make such a final deal.
Li Xian thought for a long time and spoke again: "One tenth of the city's net income. In addition, a special laboratory will be established to study magic techniques, magic weapons, elixirs, spiritual materials, etc. The technical level should be above the seventh generation technology. The research results will be shared by both parties."
"Sounds good. So, what about the patent?"
"Depending on how much both parties invest, the one who invests more gets the patent!"
Jubao Demon Lord thought about it and finally nodded. He turned to Abaoluo Demon Lord and said, "Xiao Luo, you can discuss the remaining details."
After saying that, the surrounding environment changed again; when Li Xian regained his vision, he found himself at the place where he first met Demon Lord Abaoluo.
Lord Abaoluo looked a little embarrassed. Being called "Xiao Luo" in front of outsiders was very embarrassing.