Chapter 42:

Xin Ziming raised his head and looked at the man sitting on the roof, feeling cold.
The fierce demon Ye Peitian sat on a high place in his spare time, looking down at the battle at his feet with interest, and his true emotions could not be seen from his face.
The collar of the demon king was open, and there was nothing on the exposed neck, and the magic lock that he had locked on his neck had long since disappeared.
Xin Ziming's magic weapon design talent is recognized as being in the ranks of masters, and all the magic weapons he has produced are exquisite products that have attracted high-level saints. He has always been confident in the magic weapon he designed. The magic lock he used to restrict Ye Peitian's actions was built with a tenth-order magic body. He didn't think anyone could easily unlock that shackle.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered the rumors about Ye Peitian. He heard that even if the man's hands and feet were cut off and his head was cut off, this devil-like man could still recover. He will grow new hands and feet, and new heads will crawl back from to seek revenge on his enemies.
Thinking of such a tragic situation, Xin Ziming's heart fluttered. He didn't know what actions Ye Peitian would take to retaliate against them.
At such a critical moment when the battle situation is stalemate, as long as the Huangsha emperor raises his hand at will, for his Qilin players, it is tantamount to annihilation.
In order to encircle this powerful and extremely rare Tier 10 monster, the Kirin Corps tried several times, and each time ended in failure.
Before this action, Xin Ziming made a detailed plan and made sufficient preparations, almost mobilizing all the high-level combat power of the Qilin. In order to prevent interference by others, adequate guards and guards were also arranged near the battlefield.
But even if other people can be guarded against, how many people in this world can guard against the raid by Ye Peitian?
The monster on the battlefield has entered a frenzied state, and its speed and strength have reached a level of horror. It turns into a black phantom on the battlefield and rushes. The defensive warrior Yu Tiancheng who blocked it was wounded, but he dared not take a step back. He clearly knew that with this monster's tyrannical attack ability and speed, as long as he stepped back, those comrades with low defensive capabilities behind him would basically die. He holds a shield in his hand, and he is the strongest shield in the entire team.
At such a moment, the monsters' hatred for them is deep, and even if they just want to get out and retreat, it is difficult to do so.
There are strong enemies in front of it and it is difficult to get out. Later, there are demons who look forward to it.
Even Xin Ziming, who has always been calm and self-sufficient, shed cold sweat on his back.
The battle is fierce,
Xin Ziming didn't put his sight on the battlefield, he just stared at Ye Peitian who was sitting on the roof.
Among all the people present, only the ninth-ranked himself and Ye Peitian have the ability to fight, if Ye Peitian makes a move, he can only be personally 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 along the edge of the glasses, but Ye Peitian never moved. He just supported his arm and looked at everything in front of him indifferently.
Xin Ziming knew that Ye Peitian's target was not only himself, but also the rank ten monster in front of him.
He expended countless thoughts, chasing and blocking this monster, in order to obtain the tenth-order magic seed, and prepare himself for the tenth-order in the future. And why Ye Peitian, who is also the ninth-order, needs the tenth-order magic seed the most?
There was a sudden change on the battlefield, and Yu Tiancheng, who was at the forefront, divided his abdomen because of Ye Peitian's appearance.
"Save people!"
"The second echelon stepped forward to withstand it!"
Xin Ziming shouted, the Qilin team members showed the greatest sacrifice and a high degree of cooperation and tacit understanding, and barely snatched their dying "shield" from the long horns of the monster. Without a strong defensive warrior, the monster was like entering an uninhabited state, and several people were seriously injured in a short time. A fire saint was grabbed by it by his neck and legs, held high in the air, and faced the next moment. The fate of being dismembered.
At this moment, a strand of yellow sand locked the monster's wrist, and pulled it back a step with force.
The fire saints took the opportunity to roll down from the hands of the monsters, and escaped. The feeling of being held back by the cold claws still remained on his neck, almost frightened.
But the strand of yellow sand in the air did not continue to sustain, and it quickly dispersed. The dark claws of the monster volleyed to him again. He had to work hard to use his abilities to ignite a raging flame against the crisis that was so close.
Ye Peitian moved, and all members of Qilin found that the man sitting on the roof had acted.
Although he was just sitting on a high platform, gently moving his fingers. But the yellow sand on the ground is already flowing like a dragon.
Huang Sha actually blocked the deadliest 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, and most of the people present cannot capture its trajectory.
Fortunately, the solid yellow sand barriers can always condense in time, blocking those deadly attacks just right. The long-range attack saints with low defensive power have the opportunity to cast their abilities in the panic to fight against this powerful Tier 10 monster.
Many fighters 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 discovered that when the human demon Ye Peitian was a companion on his side, it was simply delightful and reliable.
"Brothers' abilities are almost exhausted, Ye Peitian is playing with us, let us fight to the front. Finally, he turned his face, and then killed us to the Demon Seed." A Kai with blood on his face He ran back from the front line, "Regiment lieutenant, you must withdraw first. I will bring a few brothers to stand up here."
Xin Ziming looked at the brothers who were still fighting desperately on the battlefield, and looked at Yu Tiancheng, who was pierced through his abdomen and was dying.
Then, he looked up at Emperor Ye Peitian of Huangsha sitting on the high platform. He had fought against this man twice. This man was not the same as the bloodthirsty human demon in the legend.
If he retreats with someone at this moment, it means that the lives of these brothers who were left on the battlefield have been abandoned here. If he stayed to fight, even if he didn't want the Demon Seed, Ye Peitian might still kill them after he got the Demon Seed.
He must make the right decision at this time, and his decision means the life and death of team members.
...
The monster's tyrannical body finally fell in the dust.
The tired fighters did not feel the joy of victory. Their battle might not be over yet, and they were about to face an enemy even more terrifying than a monster. They retreated slowly and vigilantly to the side of Xin Ziming, the deputy commander, and formed a distinct confrontation with the arrogant figure on the tall building.
The man jumped from the top of the building, a wisp of yellow sand rolled up the body of the monster, and in front of everyone, he pulled the black monster body that they had beaten down to him.
The tall, slightly thin figure walked out of the dim flying sand and walking stones. A young and gentle face was revealed, but accompanied by the frenzied wind and sand, and the dark magical body floating beside him, that face almost made everyone present subconsciously take a half step back.
Ye Peitian drew out a long knife, the blue light of the knife flashed, and the long black horns and hard armor of the monster fell one after another. A round green magic seed was taken by him.
Seeing Ye Peitian throw the precious green magic seed in front of him, all the soldiers of the Kirin Mercenary Group were itching with hatred, and a strong feeling of sorrow rose in their hearts. They spent a lot of energy for this magic seed, bleed and sweat, but in the end they made wedding clothes for others.
The most depressing thing is that they can do nothing about the man in front of them.
"I'm looking for something to do with you." Ye Peitian took the magic seed into his pocket naturally, and looked up at Xin Ziming.
Xin Ziming tensed his nerves as if he was facing an enemy.
As the top psychic saint among known humans, his psychic field keenly perceives 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 and full of restlessness. Manic, but calm, restrained, and calm.
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 forward the pile of dumb black Tier 10 demons, "I want to trouble you to make a pair of soft armor and a pair of swords."
"The rest is up to you." His tone sounded very easy-going and generous.
The top-ranked monster known today is the tenth rank, and the number is extremely rare. Even if a master magic tool designer like Xin Ziming asks him to make magic weapons with the remaining magic body, he can be regarded as a generous employer.
If these demons were not defeated by their Qilin Corps themselves.
The soldiers behind Xin Ziming almost couldn't help making mockery, but Xin Ziming reached out to stop them.
"The materials here are completely enough to make a solid hard armor." He even took the topic of Ye Peitian and made suggestions from a professional perspective.
The soft armor in the magic weapon is worn personally by default, which 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 defensive capabilities, the traditional outer armor that can protect the joints of the whole body is more effective.
With the current situation, it is something that makes Xin Ziming happy that Ye Peitian can ask him something. He is keenly aware that this means that Ye Peitian will let go of his Qilin players, and he even has a little bit of his relationship with him. Room for negotiation.
"No need, just a set of soft armor. Thinner, not too heavy." When Ye Peitian said this, his expression seemed to be gentle, as if he was thinking of something that made him happy.
"I can build these for you, but I have a requirement." Xin Ziming said cautiously.
"You are not qualified to make demands with me."
"I just want to ask you to save his life. It's a plea, asking you to do this."
Xin Ziming pointed to Yu Tiancheng lying on the ground, a huge hole pierced through the abdomen of this warrior by the monster. Although several healing saints were surrounding him desperately to treat him, but his mouth and nose kept choking out a lot of blood, his complexion gradually grayed out, and he couldn't survive.
"As long as you save him, I will make all the magic weapons you want. I will do my best for you." Xin Ziming gave his assurance that he did not want to lose this comrade-in-arms.
Once he lost the strongest shield in the Kirin Corps, and he was also the leader of the Kirin Corps, Feng Chengyu. He didn't want to experience this experience again.
Perhaps it was the over-urgent mentality that made him even ask for help from the enemy in front of him.
Ye Peitian looked at him for a long while, and his figure appeared beside Yu Tiancheng. The next moment he bent over to lift Yu Tiancheng, turned and disappeared into the yellow sand. A word came from the dim flying sand.
"Take the finished magic weapon and come to me in the desert to change this person."
...
In the West Alley of Baima Town,
There was still clinking percussions in Lao Guo's smithy.
A little girl sits at his workbench, with bright eyes open, holding her cheek to watch him build a magic weapon.
"Uncle, will that brother never come 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, "Hush, Huahua, you can only know the identity of that elder brother by the three of us, and you must not mention it in front of anyone."
"I see, my brother said the same. I won't mention him in the future." She lowered her head in frustration, and then she smiled sweetly, 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, 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 inside of the iron pavilion and sat down silently beside Lao Guo.
"Have you heard? The little girl keeps thinking about your kindness in her heart." Lao Guo didn't look up.
With a silver mask on his face, the man couldn't see his expression clearly. He stretched out his hand and clenched his fist to cover his mouth and coughed lightly, with a hint of imperceptible joy in his tone.
"Can it be corrected? Make sure not to be seen by others." He said.
"You are really going to give me a problem. The tenth-order magic weapon is too late for others to show off, you have to give it a facelift." Lao Guo complained, but his eyes flashed with interest.
Seeing sweat on his forehead, he used a supernatural power to dissolve the ordinary demon body hovering in the air into a ball, carefully covering the pair of extraordinary black double knives on the workbench. The blade that made the dark and flowing blade gradually became ordinary and unremarkable.
"Don't worry, even though it is a top master who built this magic weapon, my old Guo is not bad. I must remodel it so that even the creator can't recognize it."
...
Inside the tube building in Spring City.
Chu Qianxun and Gao Yan walked into the house together with the washed dishes.
"Where did Lin Fei go? You haven't been back for so many days, so you won't let him run away?" Gao Yan ate the steamed bun with white water for several days. I began to miss Ye Peitian's craftsmanship.
Chu Qianxun glanced at the closed door on the opposite side of the room, the man had not yet returned.
She and Ye Peitian had only been together for more than a month, and in the short few days that Ye Peitian had left, she felt very uncomfortable. Frequent fierce battles during the day made her have no time to worry, but when the night came, her heart was blocked by a sense of wonder, which always made her toss and turn, and could not sleep.
"Where are you going, not coming back?" Chu Qianxun was lying on the bed, with his head resting on his head, and looking at the sparse starry sky outside the window, he tasted the so-called bitterness of lovesickness for the first time in his life.
In the middle of the night, the fog became deeper.
Chu Qianxun in her sleep was awakened by the soft tapping sound from outside the window. She rubbed her eyes and got up from the bed to open the window.
Ye Peitian carried the night and turned in from the window.
Chu Qianxun’s heart was depressed for a few days, and it became clear in an instant.
"At midnight, why don't you come in through the window without going through the door?" She said this complaining with a smile.
Ye Peitian's head is piled with wet cold dew, his chest rises and falls, and his mouth gasps slightly, but his eyes are filled with fine stars, looking straight at her without speaking.
Chu Qianxun knew that he must have ran a long way. She knew Ye Peitian's physical strength very well and could make him gasp. She thought that she ran for a whole night in the dark, approaching dawn before returning here. He couldn't even wait to walk up the stairs and jumped up directly from the window.
Chu Qian looked for a big towel and asked Ye Peitian to sit on the edge of the bed, sitting next to him and rubbing his wet hair, "Where have you been, have been there for so many days? Why are you running 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 shoulder and whispered his thoughts.
Repeatedly, talking back and forth over and over again.
The voice gradually became low,
The man resting on her shoulders slowly dropped his hands and fell asleep like this.
Carefully help him to lie down, put 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 cold face. He ran a long way in the winter night. His face was pale with cold, and there was a faint melanin deposit under him.
After so many days, he may not have a good night's rest. So that as soon as I returned to my side to relax, I immediately fell into such a deep sleep. At this moment, he was lying on his side on the bed with his mouth slightly open, sleeping soundly. The well-knotted palm happened to grab the corner of Chu Qianxun's clothes, as if he had grasped something that made him feel at ease and never let go. .
Unable to wake him up, Chu Qianxun sighed and squeezed down on the side of the bed, pulling the bedding over Ye Peitian's body.