Chapter 829: The Birth of a Playwright!

"Boss, Zhu Wuneng's foodie has started to eat again. You see, he grabbed a few human masters and happily ran to the top of the mountain again. He must be doing barbecue!"

"It's true, this bastard, even if you are greedy, don't even look at the time!"

"Okay, don't worry about that idiot, I'll deal with it later! Now everyone concentrate on killing the five little cubs in front of us!"

"Dare to invade Cangyan Mountain, I'm really impatient!"

The beast kings on Cangyan Mountain seem to be familiar with Zhu Busan's behavior. Obviously, the incompetence of the pig they are talking about must also have the common faults of their pig clan.

Delicious, lazy, greedy for food.

In the eyes of these beast kings, Zhu Wuneng's current behavior is undoubtedly timid and timid.

Anyway, this is not the first time such things have happened, they have long been commonplace.

Zhu Busan, who was running, heard the evaluation of these beast kings, he was not angry, but he was happy. He didn't expect that his fellow pig clan would be such a wonderful monster. It was a divine assist.

Now, even if the secretly monitoring Jinghua Wuda teacher or Gu Yang noticed its abnormal behavior, most of them would dispel their doubts because of the inadvertent dialogue of these beast kings.

Anyway, it hasn't shown too much murderous intent towards An Sheng and the others, and hasn't really taken their lives. Before the critical moment, these strong human races will not make a move in advance in order to temper the courage of the younger generation.

"You must control it! Don't be impulsive!"

"You can take this opportunity to offend Yang Fan, and you can even make these little people of the human race wear some color on their bodies. It doesn't matter if they are missing an arm or a leg."

"But it's better not to take their lives, so as not to really piss off Yang Fan. If you want to destroy the corpses and wipe out the traces, it will be extremely detrimental to my old pig's plan to pretend to be dead."

Zhu Busan was thinking while running, in order to make the performance more realistic, and to make the five of An Sheng scream harder, he squeezed all the arms of the five with his hands.

"Ah~!"

"Master, help!!"

In an instant, several screams came from the mouths of An Sheng and Chu Feiyun.

Zhu Busan nodded with satisfaction, and there was something inside.

It is called this kind of desperate and realistic screaming effect. If Yang Fan heard it, he would definitely not ignore it.

Now, it only needs to wander around the top of the mountain twice more, and wait for Yang Fan to come to the door on his own initiative.

brush!

A cold light suddenly struck from the side with lightning.

Zhu Busan was overjoyed.

coming!

Its long-awaited small blade knife finally appeared!

Zhu Busan's divine sense easily captured the trajectory of Yang Fan's Tiangang thorn, and found that the throwing knife came directly to its pig's head and neck, Zhu Busan couldn't help but spit in contempt.

This human cub is indeed a black-hearted guy, and he wanted to take a pig's head from the neck of a certain pig.

The angle is so tricky, the speed is so quick, and the attack is so powerful, it is really not so easy for ordinary king-level monsters to dodge when they encounter it.

It's a pity that what he encountered today was not an ordinary king-level monster.

Zhu Busan was secretly delighted.

It likes this, the trickier the angle and the stronger the attack, the more it suits it.

Before, it had been worried that Yang Fan's cultivation base was too weak, and that it would not be able to break through its basic defense even with magic weapons.

Now it seems that Yang Fan's attack power is much stronger than it expected.

"Come on, little boy, come and kill me!"

Zhu Busan opened his chest with joy, and directly threw himself at the throwing knife that Yang Fan sacrificed.

In the process of flying, it was worried that Yang Fan would not dare to let go because of the existence of An Sheng and the others, and could not use all his strength. Enough for them to avoid the aftermath of the battle between it and Yang Fan.

In order to find death, Zhu Busan really broke his heart,

It even considered many small details that Yang Fan didn't notice for Yang Fan.

The purpose is to let Yang Fan do his best to act on it without any restraint, trample it, seriously injure it, and kill it.

puff!

Not as Zhubu San expected.

Yang Fan's throwing knife happened to stab at its left chest and heart while it seemed to be dodging in a panic.

Originally, the flying knife cut open the pig's skin on the chest, only penetrated two fingers deep into the meat, and didn't even pierce the thick fat layer of the pig.

However, on the basis of Zhu Bu San's self-reliance and considerable cooperation, after the flying knife cut through the pig's skin and penetrated into the fat layer, when Zhu Bu San was blocked by the powerful defense of Zhu Bu San's own emperor-level skin and flesh, Zhu Bu San Yi Gritting his teeth, he directly tore open a fist-sized circular wound in his outer protective heart.

It looked like a bloody wound blasted out by the energy of the flying knife, which went straight to the heart.

Then, the next thing was easy. With the help of the remaining strength, the flying knife passed through the heart-protecting hole smoothly, and was inserted into Zhu Busan's heart properly.

"Roar!!"

Zhu Busan roared in pain, and cast an unbelievable and extremely indignant violent look at Yang Fan, and then he stood up and fell down in a cool way, dying of anger.

In order to make the performance more realistic, after falling to the ground, Zhu Busan even directly transformed into his own body.

A giant white-skinned pig that fully fits its current status as the Beastmaster of One Realm. It is more than 30 meters long, and the wound on its chest has also become larger. The flesh hole that was originally the size of a fist has now become the size of a washbasin. Spilled all over the floor.

"Perfect!"

While falling to the ground, Zhu Busan happily scored 99 points for his performance in his heart, leaving 1 point for fear that it would be too proud.

"The death plan was a complete success. Yang Fan, this little brat, doesn't seem to have any plans to flog the corpse. Master Pig has made it through this level!"

"Wait, this kid's mental strength has been sweeping my head all the time, did he find something suspicious?"

He noticed that Yang Fan's mental power seemed to be scanning its body, one by one, the power was not strong, and it couldn't do any harm to it at all, but it was so annoying that it didn't stop for a moment.

What's wrong with this?

Zhu Busan's mind was dark, and he checked himself again, and found that he was definitely a dead pig now, with almost no flaws, because of the existence of the wisdom teeth of the demon lord, even the divine sense of the peak emperor level would not be able to follow it. found any abnormalities.

But what is Yang Fan doing now?

Is this mental teasing over and over again fun?

Just in case, Zhu Busan restrained his mind as much as possible, lay motionless on the ground, and let Yang Fan's mental power sweep over his body.

Yang Fan's throwing knife had already been retracted at this time, but Yang Fan's expression did not relax at all, on the contrary he was more nervous and cautious than before.

Because just now when he swung the throwing knife to attack the pig-headed monster in front of him who seemed to have the strength of a first-level beast king, a different system prompt sounded in his ears.

"You use the sword control technique on the eighth-level demon emperor Zhu Busan, the sword control technique is successfully performed, the skin of the eighth-level demon emperor Zhu Busan is pierced, mental power +10, spiritual will +100, skill proficiency +4. "

Eighth-level demon emperor!

Yang Fan was so shocked that his scalp twitched. He never expected that an eighth-level demon emperor was lurking under his nose.

And what he didn't expect was that this eighth-level demon emperor seemed to be mentally ill, and he had already found his trace. pierced its heart.

What is this for, play house?

Spitting blood, falling to the ground, transforming, cool.

Such a familiar business skill, it looks like it really died.

No matter how much Yang Fan's mental power sweeps over it, he just doesn't notice any breath of life. This technique of feigning death is absolutely excellent.

In fact, if there was no system prompt, Yang Fan would never have thought that the pig head in front of him, who looked like only a first-level beast king, was not only an eighth-level demon emperor, but also very good at pretending to be dead.

What the hell is this going to do? Could it be that he went to the wrong set?

Yang Fan looked at the pig head in front of him in a bit of a state of self-importance, he hesitated for a while, wondering if he should directly trigger the emperor-level spirit treasure in his hand?

After all, from the beginning to the end, the pig didn't show any killing intent towards him, it seemed that it just wanted to use its magic weapon to feign death.

Although he didn't know what it was for, Yang Fan felt that it was better not to act rashly. After all, he was an emperor-level monster, and he couldn't do it.

Moreover, Yang Fan has never experienced the specific effect of the emperor-level spirit treasure, and he doesn't know if it is activated at such a short distance, will it affect him and the human students in the mountains?

I heard that battles between emperors will destroy mountains and cities at every turn. He has the phoenix-shaped spiritual treasure that Mei Cailan gave him to protect him, so naturally he doesn't have to worry about it. The human race compatriots protected by the spiritual energy shield, what should they do?

Yang Fan was jealous, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

The actor on the ground was lying motionless on the ground, looking completely lifeless.

But Yang Fan knew that it was absolutely impossible for an eighth-level demon emperor to die so easily, let alone his heart, even if his brain was smashed.

Therefore, Yang Fan didn't dare to get close, and he didn't dare to turn around and leave directly, because An Sheng and Chu Feiyun who had just been thrown into the distance by Zhu Bu San had already trotted towards him.

Yang Fan was worried that if he showed any abnormality and attracted the attention of this pig who wanted to pretend to be dead, it would arouse its viciousness.

As a last resort, Yang Fan had no choice but to keep pointing at the pig's head, using his best charm skills.

"You used the charm skill on the eighth-level demon emperor Zhu Busan (slightly injured), but the charm failed, Zhu Busan felt it and didn't care, mental power +2, spiritual will +2, skill proficiency +4. "

"You used the charm skill on the eighth-level demon emperor Zhu Busan (slightly injured), but the charm failed, Zhu Busan felt it and didn't care, mental power +2, spiritual will +2, skill proficiency +4. "

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