Chapter 112

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As the most famous spiritual saint among the known human beings, his mental force field perceptively showed that Ye Peitian seemed to be more powerful than ever. The man’s mental state wasn’t as fierce and full of restlessness as before.　　

That was very bad news for Xin Ziming, which meant that it would be more difficult for him to defeat him in the spiritual realm.

“These,” Ye Peitian pushed the pile of the black tenth-order demon body forward, “I want to trouble you to make a pair of close-fitting armor, and a pair of double knives.”　　

“You can take the rest,” his tone sounded very easy-going.　　

The top-level demon known was tenth order, and was extremely rare. Even for a master weapon designer like Xin Ziming, if someone asked him to make weapons and gave him the remaining demon body, he could be regarded as generous.　

If the Qilin Corps themselves didn’t defeat the demon, he would have regarded him as generous.　　

The soldiers behind Xin Ziming sneered but Xin Ziming reached out to stop them.　　

“The materials here are enough to make a solid hard armor,” he said in a professional perspective.　　

The soft armor could only protect the vital parts and didn’t affect the inner armor in the battle. If one wanted to pay attention to the defense ability, the traditional outer armor that could protect the joints of the whole body was more effective.　　

In that day’s situation, Xin Ziming was pleased with Ye Peitian’s request. He was keenly aware that it meant that Ye Peitian would let go of the Qilin team members. 

He had room for negotiation. 　　

“No need, just a set of soft armor. Lighter, not too thick,” Ye Peitian said, his expression seemed to be gentle, as if remembering something that pleased him.　　

“I can make it for you, but I have a request,” Xin Ziming said cautiously.

“You don’t have the qualifications to ask me.”　　

“I just want to ask you to save his life. It’s a request, I beg you to do so.”　　

Xin Ziming pointed to Yu Tiancheng lying on the ground. The soldier’s belly was pierced by the demon with the huge mouth. Although several healing saints were all around him desperately treating him, he coughed a lot of blood and his face gradually became pale. He couldn’t live.

“As long as you save him, I will make the weapon you want. I will do my best for you,” Xin Ziming gave assurance since he didn’t want to lose this comrade.　　

Once he lost the strongest shield in the Qilin Corps, as the head of the Qilin Corps, he didn’t want to experience that kind of situation 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 his figure appeared beside Yu Tiancheng. Next moment, he bent down to lift Yu Tiancheng, turned around and disappeared in the yellow sand. His voice came out from the dim flying sand, “Bring the finished weapon to the desert and find me to get this person.”

…

In the West Lane of Baima Town, the sound of jingle bells was still heard in Old Guo’s blacksmith shop.

A little girl was sitting at his workbench, with bright eyes open. She held her cheeks to help him build a weapon.　　

“Uncle, will that brother never come again? He healed my eyes. I would like to thank him in person.”　　

Old Guo held out his finger and put it in front of his mouth, “Hush, Huahua, you must know that the identity of that brother can only be known to the three of us, and it must not be said in front of anyone.”　　

“I know, my brother said the same. I will not mention him in the future.” 

She lowered her head in frustration, and soon she smiled sweetly again. 

She raised her head and said loudly, “But I miss him. I hope he knows that no matter who he is, I will always remember him, and I will always thank him in my heart.”　　

“Okay, he will know, let’s go,” Old Guo touched the top of the little girl’s head with his hand and drove her back to the yard.　　

A figure came out from the compartment of the iron shop, and sat silently beside Old Guo.　

“Have you heard? The little girl has always been thinking of you,” Old Guo didn’t look up.

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