Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

The night wind fanned the fire, and the flames licked the bottom of the pot, causing the solidified oil to gradually melt.

As the Pig-headed Chef stood on the frying pan and officially declared war, a transparent barrier suddenly unfolded with the third-floor dining building as the center, blocking the entire Tianshanfang.

This is a restriction set by the sect master to prevent players from escaping. If you want to get out, you must either defeat the sect master or be killed by him.

But for Jiang Yuan, this made it easier for him to catch the pig in the jar.

With his snow-white hair fluttering in the wind, Jiang Yuan was the first to jump onto the oil pan and step onto the heavy edge.

The oil on the edge of the pot began to melt. Without waiting for him to stand still, Tianpeng Zhenjun on the opposite side dipped the milky white oil on the tip of his boot and rushed towards him through the black pot like a dragonfly skimming the water, leaving no trace.

The next moment, the Nine-toothed Rake cut through the strong wind and appeared above Jiang Yuan's head.

The Son of God in white robe smiled evilly, his clothes fluttering like snowy waves, he dodged smoothly, the three-pointed arrow in his hand changed into the shape of a fishing rod, the fierce shadow broke through the air, and fiercely lashed at Tianpeng's pig head mask!

But just when the onlookers were ready to cheer!

The legendary King of Hell beats ghosts with a whip, and he feels dizzy in front of the gods, his whole body limp and powerless, and he hits the fat pig's head hood softly, like flirting, leaving nothing behind.

Tianpeng Zhenjun:?

Jiang Yuan's mouth twitched, with mixed feelings: Sangen, I knew you would be a coward, but I didn't expect you to be so cowardly!

He smiled awkwardly but politely, put the useless weapon back into his loose silver sleeves, and said with a stiff face:

"Ha...haha, surprised? This is an amazing magic trick."

In response to him, there were nine merciless sharp teeth.

A huge force was poured into the magic weapon, and the sharp spiked rake suddenly pierced through the man from top to bottom, before he could react, tearing Jiang Yuan apart on the spot, killing him to the point of being dead!

Below the frying pan, the players exclaimed:

"ah?!?!?"

Only Ouyang Ming and Zhuge Jing did not react much.

Zhuge Jing pushed his glasses and remained indifferent.

Ouyang Ming waved his hand: "Don't be nervous, it's just a small scene."

Because that’s real magic.

Tian Peng was naturally aware of this. Although he had supernatural powers, it was too easy for him to tear Jiang Yuan apart. It was like...

A bunch of bubbles were dispersed.

It's a trap!!!

The firelight shone through the fat pig hood, and the young man's delicate eyes opened wide. He saw in shock as the dead under his command dissolved, twisted, and burst into endless dreamy bubbles, covering him all over.

Through the bubbles, the brightly lit pavilions and tall buildings in front of me seemed to be covered by a layer of gorgeous kaleidoscope, becoming more and more bizarre and shining with candlelight.

At the moment when his vision was disturbed, a tall black shadow suddenly appeared. It was dark brown in color, and its staff with a gilded luster pierced through the foam. Tianpeng dodged sideways, but it was too late.

The disaster swept across, and the purple jade touched the left shoulder of the pig-headed young man. Then, there was another magical explosion. The canopy above the oil pan expanded several times, exploded into a ball of colorful foam, flew into the sky, and disappeared on the spot.

Is this the end?

This almost sloppy battle left the players standing by stunned.

"Ha ha!"

On top of the frying pan, Jiang Yuan appeared out of nowhere, put one hand on Xiao Yu'er's solid shoulder, and said proudly:

"I told you, this is a magic trick."

Yu Du's disaster illusion technique is ever-changing, and this is one of his unique skills, called [Shapeshifting Phantom]. It can teleport a person and leave a bubble-like phantom at the original place to disrupt the enemy's vision.

Jiang Shenzi was just acting on purpose, cooperating with Xiaoyuer to play a trick on Tianpeng Zhenjun.

However, it was also because of this move that he became more curious about the heaven-defying magic staff in Yu Du's hand. He stared at Zai Huan with twinkling stars in his eyes, full of envy.

Ouyang Ming was explaining the principle to the players, but the man in the windbreaker pointed out something wrong:

"Isn't Jiang Yuan too weak? I thought he could whip a pig to death with one whip, but in the end he still had to rely on the executive officer."

Fatty Zhang nodded repeatedly: "That's right, that's right."

The flowered shirt sneered, "It seems that the cult leader is just like this, not as good as the CEO."

Wuqu couldn't stand it anymore: "What are you three doing? You are so capable, why didn't you fight with Tianpeng just now!"

Man in windbreaker: "Excuse me, I'm a professional game critic. I use a pen, not a gun, so I don't participate in the battle."

Fatty Zhang: "Why, I have to learn how to build a plane myself? You can't even comment on it?"

Flowered shirt: "If criticism is not free, then praise is meaningless. Freedom of speech, sir."

Wuqu was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, but Zhuge Jing suddenly interrupted their argument with a deep voice.

"No, you think it's too simple."

Everyone: "Huh?"

Zhuge Jing: "Look over there."

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

Behind the huge oil pot, the quiet Tianshan Room that seemed to have been occupied by Fan Wen was actually not quiet.

On the contrary, the pig fairies controlled by the red lines inside were like a group of puppets, moving slowly and silently like ghosts, moving in an orderly manner to the outside of the porches on the first, second and third floors, facing the oil pan. Under the light, they looked eerie and mysterious.

And who else can control this red spider silk thread except Jiang Yuan?

"I see!"

Wu Qu was so excited that he immediately lowered his voice and whispered:

"Jiang Yuan is deliberately acting weird, not only to cooperate with the magic, but also to delay time and attract Pighead's attention so that he can set up a trap later!"

Someone else echoed: "These red strings really turn the pig head into a puppet."

"Luckily we are teammates, otherwise we would be the puppets upstairs now."

The three troublemakers were speechless, like ducks with their necks strangled, with nothing to say.

Ouyang Ming: "What's the point of these pig heads standing in the corridor?"

"According to my estimation, it should be a strange array formation." Laymen watch the excitement, while experts look at the doorway. Zhuge Jing adjusted his black-framed glasses and said seriously:

"It's just that Fanwen's arrangement is so complicated that I can't see what kind of magic array it is."

No wonder Jiang Yuan didn't want to return Fan Wen's message. It turned out that this was what he was planning behind the scenes!

After hearing this plan, seeing this formation, and looking at the coquettish Son of God on the pot, everyone suddenly stood in awe and admired him very much.

Someone asked: "But isn't the battle over? Why are you still setting up all this?"

"You think too simply."

Wu Qu folded his hands, looked at the bubbles above him that had not yet dissipated, and said seriously:

"Tian Peng is a level-extinction sect leader, he won't be defeated so easily."

As he said, in full view of everyone, a pig-headed puppet holding a weapon fell from the pile of bubbles that had dissipated for a long time. However, before it hit the ground, it suddenly trembled and expanded violently. The bubbles surged and circled towards the sky, and the dark pink pig head appeared again from the foam, stepped lightly on the edge of the pot with its cloth boots, and returned to its original appearance.

"Your little tricks are indeed interesting." Tianpeng's tone was full of admiration. After speaking to the gloomy long-haired executive, he shook his head:

"But I have figured out the key to it. If you use it again, it will be boring."

Tianpeng raised the rake high, stirred the air, and with a wave of his hand in the air, a strong wind suddenly arose.

The blade of the rake split the air, leaving nine murderous streaks on the surface of the boiling oil, which then turned from virtual to real and attacked the two men with overwhelming force.

Jiang Yuan and Yu Du easily avoided this move full of powdery smell, and either hit them into the pot or fell to the ground. The bitter and spicy powdery smell burst out, making the players below choke and cough, and they could hardly open their eyes.

“Cough cough cough cough---!!! Cough cough cough!! So spicy! So sour!”

"Fuck, how can it taste like Tom Yum Goong!!!"

"It's so bitter! You big pig! You bring seasoning to your fight!?!!!"

Tianpeng sneered and explained the mystery:

"This move is called [Divine Path Thousand Flavors], which is a move I learned after years of working as a chef. It transforms the Nine-toothed Rake into a thousand flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Let all diners taste the ultimate cooking skill before they die!"

It can only be said that he is worthy of being the head chef of Tianshanfang. While dodging, Yu Du lightly waved the disaster illusion and put a layer of bubble helmet on the players to prevent his teammates from dying in the middle of the road.

The explosive attacks were like a torrential rain. Jiang Yuan put his hands behind his back, leisurely lowered his head, bent over, and turned sideways to avoid them one by one, walking on the edge of the boiling pot like a retired old man walking his bird on the street.

"It is indeed delicious, but if I use this trick, how will you respond?"

The pig-headed young man frowned, seemed to realize something, and looked back suddenly.

"late."

Jiang Yuan raised his lips evilly, made a shooting gesture with both hands, and shouted:

"Fanwen, fire!"

A pink cannonball fired out from the Tianshenfang at lightning speed. Tianpeng swept the rake backwards and narrowly tore the attacking object apart in an instant.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Chef!!!…”

A shrill scream was heard and blood plasma burst, splashing all over Chef Tianpeng. The remaining pieces of meat fell into the boiling oil pan and exploded with a loud bang.

This cannonball is actually a pig fairy chef!

Looking up again, Tianpeng, covered in blood, saw that his pig fairies were all standing outside the Tianshenfang at some point in time. Thin red lines were wrapped around the pillars to form slingshots, and the pig fairies were wrapped like bullets stretched tightly on the slingshots. They were all aimed at Tianpeng, with their bows bent and drawn, ready to shoot fiercely!

Jiang Yuan boasted proudly: "Did you see that, Tianpeng? These pink pig cannons are all prepared for you. If you know what's good for you, surrender early!"

All the players looked at Zhuge Jing: ???

What about puppet manipulation and advanced magic array?

Zhuge Jing pushed up his glasses and calmly said, "Great... the great truth is simple."

On the frying pan, Jiang Yuan held hundreds of pig head shells in his hand, and advised the God of Cooking to surrender for the sake of his subordinates, and to drink three glasses of wine as a penalty. If that didn't work, he could just be soft-hearted and reveal a flaw.

Unexpectedly, Tianpeng laughed heartily and was very excited about the killing:

"Hahahaha, wonderful, wonderful! You immortal chefs will share the culinary path with me! My path is not alone! My path is not alone!!!"

The cannon fodder pig fairies: !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!!