Xin Ziming raised his head and looked at the man sitting on the roof, his heart was cold.
Mo Ye Peitian, a man with a terrible reputation, sat on a high place with great interest, looking down at the battle at his feet with interest, and his true emotions could not be seen from his face.
The demon king's collar was open, and there was nothing on his exposed neck, and the magic lock that he had locked around his neck had long since disappeared.
Xin Ziming's talent in magic weapon design is recognized as being in the ranks of masters, and the magic tools produced by him are all high-end saints. He has always been very confident in the magic weapon he designed. The magic lock that he used to restrict Ye Peitian's movements was built with a tenth-order magic body. He didn't think anyone could easily untie that shackle.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered the rumors about Ye Peitian. He heard that even if he cut off this man's hands and feet and cut off his head, this devil-like man would still be able to recover. He will grow new hands and feet, and a new head will crawl back from hell to avenge his enemies.
Thinking of such a tragic situation, Xin Ziming's heart trembled. He didn't know what kind of action Ye Peitian would take to retaliate against them.
At such a critical moment when the battle situation was stalemate, as long as the Yellow Sand Emperor raised his hand at will, it would be tantamount to a disaster for his unicorn team members.
In order to encircle this powerful and extremely rare tenth-order monster, the Qilin Corps tried several times, but each time ended in failure.
Before this operation, Xin Ziming made a detailed plan and made full preparations, and almost mobilized all the high-level combat power of Qilin. In order to prevent interference by others, sufficient sentries and defenses were also arranged near the battlefield.
But even if they can defend against other people, how many people in this world can defend against Ye Peitian's surprise attack
The monster on the battlefield has entered a state of madness, and its speed and strength have reached a terrifying level. It turns into a black phantom on the battlefield and rampages. The defensive warrior Yu Tiancheng who blocked it was covered in injuries, but he did not dare to take a half step back. He clearly knew that with the tyrannical attack ability and speed of this monster, as soon as he stepped back, those comrades with low defense ability behind him would basically die. He holds a shield in his hand, and he himself is the strongest shield in the entire team.
At such a moment, the monsters hated them deeply, and even if they just wanted to get out and retreat, it would be very difficult for them to do so.
There is a strong enemy in front, and it is difficult to escape. Afterwards, there will be demons, eyeing them.
Even Xin Ziming, who has always been calm and self-controlled, was sweating coldly on his back.
The battle was tragic,
Xin Ziming didn't put his eyes on the battlefield, he just stared at Ye Peitian who was sitting on the roof.
Among all the people present, only himself and Ye Peitian, who were both at the ninth rank, had the power to fight. If Ye Peitian made a move, he could only be responsible for blocking it. But in fact, he knew very well in his heart that he couldn't stop Ye Peitian.
The cold sweat on his forehead dripped down the edge of his glasses, but Ye Peitian never moved. He just held his arms and looked at everything in front of him indifferently.
Xin Ziming knew that Ye Peitian's goal was not only himself, but also the tenth-order monster in front of him.
He spent countless thoughts, chasing and blocking this monster, in order to get the tenth-order demon seed and prepare himself for the tenth-order advance in the future. And Ye Peitian, who is also the ninth rank, doesn't need the tenth rank demons the most
There was a sudden change on the battlefield, and Yu Tiancheng, who was at the front, was a little distracted by the appearance of Ye Peitian, and was pushed through his abdomen by the corner of the monster that rushed over.
"Rescue!"
"The second echelon stepped forward to stand up!"
In Xin Ziming's shouts, Qilin's team members showed the greatest spirit of sacrifice and a high degree of cooperation and tacit understanding, barely grabbing their dying "strong shield" from the monster's long horns. Without a strong defensive warrior, the monsters are like no one, and they seriously injured several people in a short period of time. A fire saint was grabbed by the neck and legs, held high in the air, and faced the next moment. The fate of being divided into corpses.
At this moment, a strand of yellow sand locked the monster's wrist and pulled it back a step with tyrannical force.
The fire saint took the opportunity to fall from the hands of the monster and narrowly escaped. There was still the feeling of being strangled by the cold claws on his neck, and he almost lost his soul in fright.
But the wisp of yellow sand in the air didn't last, and it quickly dissipated. The dark claws of the monster swooped in on him again. He had to exert all his strength to use his abilities, igniting raging flames to fight against the imminent crisis.
Ye Peitian moved, and all the Qilin team found that the man who had been sitting on the roof had moved.
Although he was just sitting on the high platform, he moved his fingers slightly. But the yellow sand on the ground was rolling like a yellow dragon.
Huangsha actually blocked the most deadly attacks from monsters for them,
But it only does so, neither participating in the battle nor giving anyone a chance to leave the battle.
The speed of the monster is very fast, its face is cold, its long horns are sharp, and its black figure flashes in different corners of the battlefield at any time. Most of the people present are unable to capture the trajectory of its movements.
Fortunately, the solid yellow sand barriers can always condense in time, blocking those deadly attacks just right. It gives the low-defense far-attack saints the opportunity to use their abilities to fight against this powerful tenth-order monster in panic.
Many warriors here have fought against Ye Peitian under the leadership of Xin Zhiming. At that time, Ye Peitian was an extremely terrifying enemy. At this moment, they suddenly found out that when the human demon Ye Peitian was their companion, it was so joyful and reliable.
"The powers of the brothers are almost exhausted. Ye Peitian is playing with us, and let us fight to the front. In the end, he turned his face and killed us to snatch the demon seed." Akai, whose face was covered in blood Running back from the front line, "Deputy regiment, you withdraw first, I will take a few brothers to withstand it here."
Xin Ziming looked at his brothers who were still fighting desperately on the battlefield, and at Yu Tiancheng, who was on the verge of death after being pierced through his abdomen.
Then, he looked up at the Yellow Sand Emperor Ye Peitian who was sitting on the high platform. He had fought twice with this man, and this man was not the same as the legendary bloodthirsty man and demon.
If he retreated with people at this moment, it meant that the lives of these brothers who remained on the battlefield were abandoned here. If he stays to fight, even if he doesn't want the Demon Seed, Ye Peitian may still kill them after getting the Demon Seed.
He had to make the right decision at this time, and his decision meant the life and death of the team members.
…
The tyrannical body of the monster finally fell in the dust.
The tired warriors could not experience the joy of victory. Their battle may not be over yet, and they will face an enemy even more terrifying than monsters. They slowly retreated vigilantly to the side of the deputy head of the regiment, Xin Ziming, and formed a clear confrontation with the arrogant figure on the tall building.
The man jumped down from the top of the building, a strand of yellow sand rolled up the body of the monster, and in front of everyone, he pulled the pitch-black body of the monster to his side.
A slightly emaciated tall figure walked through the dimly lit sand and rocks. A young and gentle face was revealed, but with the frantic sandstorm and the pitch-black demon body suspended in the air by his side, that face almost made everyone present subconsciously take a half step back.
Ye Peitian took out a long sword, the blue sword light flashed, and the black long horns and hard armor of the monsters fell one after another. A round green Demon Seed was taken by him.
Seeing Ye Peitian tossing the precious green demon seed in front of him, all the soldiers of the Qilin mercenary group felt their teeth itch with hatred, and a strong sense of grievance rose in their hearts. For this Demon Seed, they expended a lot of energy, bleed and sweated, but in the end they made wedding gowns for others.
The most depressing thing is that they still have nothing to do with the man in front of them.
"I have something to ask you." Ye Peitian took the demon seed into his pocket as a matter of course, and looked up at Xin Ziming.
Xin Ziming tensed his nerves, as if facing an enemy.
As the top spiritual saint among the known human beings, his spiritual force field keenly senses that Ye Peitian who met this time seems to be stronger than ever. This man's mental state is not as fierce and violent as before. Manic, but calm, restrained, and calmed down.
This is very bad news for Xin Ziming, which means that it is more difficult for him to defeat this opponent in the spiritual realm.
"These," Ye Peitian pushed the pile of dull black tenth-order demon bodies forward, "I want to trouble you to make a pair of soft armor and a pair of double knives."
"The rest is at your disposal." His tone sounded very easy-going.
The highest-ranked monster known today is the tenth-rank, and the number is extremely rare. Even if a master-level magic tool designer like Xin Ziming uses the remaining magic body to ask him to make magic tools, he can be regarded as a generous employer.
If these demon bodies were not shot down by their Qilin Corps themselves.
The soldiers behind Xin Ziming couldn't help but sneer, but Xin Ziming reached out to stop them.
"The materials here are enough to make a solid armor." He even took over Ye Peitian's topic and made suggestions from a professional perspective.
The soft armor in the magic weapon is worn close to the body by default. It can only protect the vital parts and does not affect the inner armor that is active in battle. If you want to pay attention to the defense ability, the traditional outer armor that can protect the joints of the whole body is more effective.
With the current situation, Xin Ziming was very happy that Ye Peitian could ask for something from him. He was keenly aware that this meant that Ye Peitian would let his unicorn team members go, and even he had a little relationship with him. room for negotiation.
"No need, just a set of soft armor. It's light and thin, not too heavy." When Ye Peitian said this, his expression seemed to soften, as if he remembered something that made him happy.
"I can build these for you, but I have a request." Xin Ziming said cautiously.
"You are not qualified to ask me."
"I just want, please, save his life. It's a request, I beg you to do it."
Xin Ziming pointed at Yu Tiancheng, who was lying on the ground. A huge hole was pierced by the monster in the abdomen of the soldier. Although several Healing Saints were around him desperately trying to heal him, he kept choking out a lot of blood from his nose and mouth, his face gradually turned gray, and he couldn't live anymore.
"As long as you save him, I will make you the magic weapon you want. I will do my best for you." Xin Ziming expressed his promise that he did not want to lose this comrade in arms.
He once lost the strongest shield in the Kylin Corps, and was also the head of the Kylin Corps, Feng Chengyu. He didn't want to experience this experience again.
Perhaps it was an overly urgent mentality that made him even ask the enemy in front of him for help.
Ye Peitian looked at him for a while, and a figure appeared beside Yu Tiancheng. The next moment he bent down to mention Yu Tiancheng, turned around and disappeared into the yellow sand, and a sentence came out from the dim flying sand,
"Come to the desert with the magic weapon that has been made and find me to replace this person."
…
In the West Alley of Baima Town,
There was still a clanging sound in Lao Guo's blacksmith shop.
A little girl sat beside his workbench, with bright eyes, holding her cheeks to watch him build magic tools.
"Uncle, is that brother coming again? He healed my eyes. I really want to thank him in person."
Lao Guo stretched out his finger and put it in front of his mouth, "Shh, Hua Hua, you must know that brother's identity can only be known by the three of us, and must not be mentioned in front of anyone."
"I see, my brother said the same thing. I won't mention him in the future." She lowered her head in frustration, and after a while she smiled sweetly again, raised her head and said loudly, "But I can miss him in my heart. I hope he can know that no matter who he is, I will always remember him, and I will always thank this brother in my heart."
"Okay, okay, he will know, let's play." Lao Guo touched the top of the little girl's head with his dark hands and drove her back to the yard.
A figure walked out from the interior partitioned by the iron shop and sat down silently beside Lao Guo.
"Did you hear? The little girl has been thinking of your goodness in her heart." Lao Guo didn't lift his head.
The man had a silver mask on his face, so he couldn't see his expression clearly. He stretched out his hand and clenched his fist in front of his mouth and coughed lightly, with a hint of imperceptible joy in his tone.
"Can it be changed? Make sure not to be seen by others," he said.
"You're really going to give me a problem. It's too late for others to show off a magic weapon of the tenth rank. You have to give it a makeover." Lao Guo complained, but his eyes sparkled with interest.
With sweat on his forehead, he used his supernatural ability to dissolve the ordinary demon body hovering in the air into a ball, and carefully covered the pair of black double knives with extraordinary shapes on the workbench. It gradually made the flowing blade of the dark flower ordinary and unremarkable.
"Don't worry, even though he is a top-level master to create this magic weapon, my old Guo is not bad. I must transform it so that the maker can't even recognize it."
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Inside the tube tower in Spring City.
Chu Qianxun and Gao Yan walked into the house together, holding the washed bowls and chopsticks.
"Where the hell did Lin Fei go? You haven't come back for so many days, you won't let him run away, right?" Gao Yan ate white water buns for several days. I began to miss Ye Peitian's craftsmanship.
Chu Qianxun glanced at the closed door across the room, but that person had not returned.
She had only been with Ye Peitian for more than a month, and in the few days that Ye Peitian left, she felt very uncomfortable. The frequent and dangerous battles during the day made her have no time to worry, but at night, her heart was blocked by an unknown feeling, which always made her toss and turn and couldn't sleep.
"Where are you going, and you haven't come back yet?" Chu Qianxun lay on the bed, resting his hands on the back of his head, looking at the clear starry sky outside the window. For the first time in his life, he tasted the bitterness of the so-called lovesickness.
In the middle of the night, the fog was even deeper.
Chu Qianxun, who was sleeping, was awakened by a light knocking sound outside the window. She rubbed her eyes, got up from the bed, and opened the window.
Ye Peitian, carrying the night, turned in from the window.
Chu Qianxun's heart was depressed for a few days, but it became clear in an instant.
"In the middle of the night, why don't you walk in through the window?" She said this complaint with a smile.
Ye Peitian's head was piled with wet cold dew, his chest was heaving, his mouth was breathing slightly, but his eyes were full of fine stars, and he looked at her without speaking.
Chu Qianxun knew that he must have run a long way. She knew Ye Peitian's physical strength very well, and it could make him gasp from exhaustion. She thought that she had run all night in the dark, and only returned here before dawn. He couldn't even wait to walk up the stairs, and jumped straight up from the window.
Chu Qian looked for a large towel, let Ye Peitian sit on the edge of the bed, and sat beside him to wipe his wet hair, "Where did you go, after so many days? Why do you run in such a hurry?"
The man suddenly stretched out his hand, went around her waist, and took her into his arms.
"I miss you so much, Chihiro," he said.
"really miss you."
"Four days and twenty hours."
He buried his head on Chu Qianxun's shoulders and whispered his thoughts.
Repeatedly, telling back and forth over and over again.
The voice was getting lower and lower,
The man on her shoulder slowly lowered his hand and fell asleep like this.
Carefully help him lie down, rest his head on the pillow, and put his legs on the bed. Such actions did not wake up the man who had always been alert.
Chu Qianxun bent down and touched Ye Peitian's icy face. After running a long distance in the winter night, his complexion was frozen white, and there was a faint precipitation of melanin at the moment.
For so many days, he may not have had a good night's rest. So much so that as soon as he came back to his side to relax, he immediately fell into such a deep sleep. At this moment, he was lying on his side on the bed, his mouth slightly open, and he slept soundly. The well-knotted palm happened to grab the corner of Chu Qianxun's clothes, as if he had grabbed something that reassured him, and he never let go. .
Unable to bear to wake him up, Chu Qianxun sighed, squeezed to lie down beside the bed, and pulled the quilt over Ye Peitian's body.