Chapter 217 You Will Regret Your Provocation Today for the Rest of Your Life

With Chu Feng's provocative voice, the spirit masters who were originally preparing to return to their rooms all started to watch the fun.

After all, the object of his provocation was not some random person, but the famous prophet Fang Xiu.

Everyone wanted to see if Fang Xiu was as amazing as the legend said.

Even some people who were jealous of his fame wanted to see Fang Xiu make a fool of himself in public.

"Chu Feng! I've said that internal fighting is prohibited during the training period! Go back!" Wen Yang shouted angrily.

Chu Feng scratched his ears indifferently.

"I heard it, I heard it, I just came here to say hello, right? I can't say hello and scare the famous prophet Fang Xiu, right?"

Chu Feng looked at Fang Xiu with a provocative look.

But Fang Xiu was not moved at all. He had seen too many garbage who claimed to be immortal, and he never took such people seriously.

"Now that the greetings are over, you go back quickly!" Wen Yang shouted.

Chu Feng smiled and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't finished greeting you yet. I have to let the famous prophet know who is standing in front of him.

Fang Xiu, listen carefully. My name is Chu Feng, nicknamed the Undead. Remember this name well."

Fang Xiu looked at him calmly and said lightly, "Do you think you deserve me to remember?"

"Yo Yo!" Chu Feng screamed, "As expected of someone who solved the S-level weird incident, you are so arrogant. You really don't take me, the Undead, Chu Feng, seriously at all."

Yang Ming and others beside Fang Xiu covered their eyes reluctantly, with regretful expressions on their faces.

"Tsk tsk, you don't want to die like this. Who of you has earplugs? Lend me one." Yang Ming asked in a low voice.

Xiao Chuxia was a little confused: "Why do you need earplugs? Brother Xiu has been provoked by someone, are you just going to watch?"

"Big Black, you are still young, you don't understand, just cover your ears."

After saying that, Yang Ming took the lead in covering his ears.

Others followed suit.

"In three seconds, you will regret your provocation for the rest of your life." Fang Xiu calmly took out the scalpel.

Wen Yang's face flashed with embarrassment: "Mr. Fang, the headquarters has a rule that we cannot..."

He was interrupted by a burst of laughter before he finished speaking.

"Hahaha... What is this? A fruit knife? No way, no way, someone actually uses..."

Swish!

With a flash of silver light, the scalpel stabbed straight at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng's eyes flashed with contempt, and he didn't even plan to dodge.

As an immortal, he couldn't be killed by such a small knife, not to mention a 40-meter machete.

So he let the scalpel pierce his body.

Puff!

That was the sound of the scalpel entering the flesh.

Chu Feng smiled disdainfully, and was about to mock, but the next second, the power of pain broke out.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A horrible scream that could pierce the eardrums resounded throughout the hotel.

Xiao Chuxia, who did not cover her ears, was shocked so much that her eardrums hurt, and she quickly covered her ears. At this moment, she finally understood why Yang Ming had been looking for earplugs before.

The same was true for everyone on the eighth floor, who almost fainted from the shout.

But soon, the screams stopped.

Because Chu Feng fainted from the pain.

But Fang Xiu would not let him go, but slightly turned the scalpel, and a stronger pain broke out.

"Ah!!!!!!!"

Chu Feng woke up instantly and screamed. The severe pain made him roll his eyes, foam at the mouth, and twitch all over.

"Crap, rap! What's on your knife! Why does it hurt so much!"

Looking at Chu Feng's miserable condition, Fang Xiu's calm eyes finally showed a touch of surprise.

He found that Chu Feng was indeed an immortal. Ordinary people would have died long ago if they suffered such pain, but Chu Feng did not die, and could even speak.

Interesting.

He could not help but turn the scalpel again, continuing to increase the force of pain.

This time, Chu Feng's face was in pain, veins bulged, as if blood vessels were about to burst. He kept screaming, and slowly blood began to seep out of the pores of his body. It was the capillary rupture caused by severe pain.

This was the first time Chu Feng suffered such terrible pain. Because of his immortality, he was often injured, so his ability to endure pain was far beyond that of ordinary people.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if it was as painful as giving birth, he would endure it, playing a qualifying game without changing his face or heartbeat, without affecting his operation at all.

But now, he was in so much pain that he couldn't even move a finger.

He wanted to pull out the scalpel, but his body seemed to no longer be his own, and had completely collapsed due to the pain.

Gradually, he was afraid and terrified.

As an immortal, he had the idea of ​​wanting to die for the first time. He hated himself so much for not being able to die.

Only a few seconds had passed, but for Chu Feng, it seemed like several centuries had passed.

"Quick...quickly stop..."

Chu Feng's voice was distorted by pain, and a hint of pleading appeared in his originally proud eyes.

Faced with his surrender, Fang Xiu's eyes flashed with anger, as if he had just got a new toy, but it was broken after a few plays.

"I still prefer your previous unruly look."

"Please... please, pull it out... ah! Pull it out quickly! I can't stand it!" Chu Feng kept twitching, and his stuttering became increasingly unclear.

Soon, he rolled his eyes again and fainted.

The people around were stunned when they saw this scene. They knew that Chu Feng was difficult to deal with. It was not because he was so strong, but because this kid could not be killed and was not afraid of pain.

They all saw the battle with Wu Xin, the trick hand, just now.

Chu Feng's penis was crushed by the trick hand, and he didn't even groan. But now he fainted twice after being stabbed with a scalpel. This is incredible.

Trick weapon?

Many people's eyes flickered, thinking that the reason Fang Xiu could do this must be because of the special trick weapon in his hand.

A trace of fear rose in the hearts of the people. Although they were the best among the imperial spirit masters from all over the country, they were naturally proud, but they were not fools.

They knew very well that Chu Feng had a very low tolerance for pain, but even so, he was forced to beg for mercy in public by a scalpel. You can imagine how painful it was, which was definitely more painful than being executed by slow slicing or being put into a frying pan.

Sure enough, there is no false reputation!

This prophet Fang Xiu was able to solve S-level strange events, relying on more than just predicting the future.

It's like doing a math problem. You know the answer, but can you definitely write out the process? You really can't do it without some skills.

Seeing Chu Feng faint, Fang Xiu felt more and more bored. He liked screaming, and he liked screaming continuously.

It's not that he was perverted, but mainly because he was too lonely. Once upon a time, he also hoped that there was someone who could understand his pain and empathize with him.

Everyone only saw Fang Xiu's current glory, but who could understand his loneliness and pain.

It was not easy to meet an immortal, but he could only understand one in a million.

Then Fang Xiu turned the scalpel again, and the blade rolled in Chu Feng's flesh and blood.

"ah!!!!"