The strongest chef in the three worlds

Chapter 548 Dare to Disrespect the Immortal?

"..."

The fortune teller suddenly came up with such a trick, completely confused several people.

Chen Yan also looked at the fortune teller in a daze.

Ask him to tell his fate, why did he kneel down for himself?

"grandfather!"

It was the little boy who reacted first.

Seeing the fortune teller kneeling on the ground, the little boy screamed and quickly grabbed the fortune teller's arm, trying to help him up.

It's just that his strength is too weak, how can he support the fortune teller!
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Grandpa, get up quickly!"

The little boy failed to pull the fortune-teller away a few times, and suddenly started crying in panic, his little face flushed with anxiety.

Hearing the little boy's cry, Chen Yan finally came back to his senses, and quickly stretched out his hand to grab the fortune teller, "Old man, what are you doing? Get up quickly, and see how anxious this child is."

However, just as Chen Yan helped the fortune teller up, he knelt down again.

"Hurry up and meet the Great Immortal with Grandpa!"

The fortune teller grabbed the little boy and shouted in fear, "I don't know about the presence of the Great Immortal, so I ask the Great Immortal to forgive me!"

As he spoke, the fortune teller grabbed the little boy and bowed to the ground.

Chen Yan was so confused by his sudden action that he forgot to stop the old and the young.

Looking at the old and the young who were kneeling on the ground kowtowing to Chen Yan, the old lady's eyes widened and their mouths were so wide that they could stuff a fist.

Daxian?

This fortune teller, who was regarded as a fairy by them, actually said that Chen Yan was a fairy!

Oh my God, what on earth is going on?

It wasn't until the old and the young kowtowed twice to Chen Yan that Chen Yan realized it. He quickly pulled the two of them up, shook his head and said, "Mr., you made a mistake. I'm not a fairy."

"impossible!"

The fortune teller shook his head, and said firmly: "I have been looking at the bones all my life, and I have never missed it! No wonder there is a Buddha's light coming to the world today. It turns out that the great immortal came in person."

"I'm really not a fairy!" Chen Yan shook his head and laughed.

"This……"

The fortune teller was taken aback for a moment, but after a while, he came back to his senses, quickly bowed, and said anxiously: "I don't know that the Immortal is going to visit the mortal world privately, and leaked the identity of the Immortal, so please punish the Immortal."

Hearing what the fortune teller said, Chen Yan was speechless for a while.

This fortune teller has identified himself as a fairy, right?
Although he now has the cultivation level of a half-immortal, he is still a big step away from being a human-immortal!
Could it be that it was because he had fused the blood essence of Ninghe Dragon King that he believed so firmly that he was an immortal?

When he came back to his senses, Song Zhengming hurried forward, "Old Immortal, you must have made a mistake!"

"I'm not mistaken!" The fortune teller said with a serious face.

"It's no wonder I made a mistake!" Song Zhengming snorted, "He's a goddamn god, if he's a god, I'm the Jade Emperor!"

"Bold! How dare you disrespect the Great Immortal!" Hearing Song Zhengming's words, the fortune teller suddenly turned his head. Although he had no eyes, his face was directed at Song Zhengming, and his face was full of anger.

"I'm just disrespecting him, what's the matter?" Song Zhengming poked his neck, his face full of disdain, "There's something wrong with him using magic to kill me!"

The fortune teller was furious, and said in a cold voice, "You don't need a big fairy to deal with you little bastards!"

As soon as the words fell, the fortune teller suddenly moved his right hand, and a needle so thin that it was almost invisible flew out of his hand.

Before everyone could figure out what was going on, they heard Song Zhengming let out a scream and his body fell to the ground.

"Ah...it hurts, it hurts so much..."

Song Zhengming rolled all over the floor, letting out heart-piercing screams.

The severe pain made Song Zhengming's entire cheeks start to twist, his face was full of veins, and he could still see the raised veins twitching, making him look extraordinarily creepy.

Everyone looked at Song Zhengming stupidly, except for Chen Yan, no one knew what happened.

After reacting, Huang Shuying rushed forward with a howl, and asked in a bewildered way: "Zhengming, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

"It hurts... it hurts..."

Song Zhengming himself didn't know what was wrong with him, he just kept crying out for pain.

Under the great pain, Song Zhengming even kept hitting the ground with his head.

In just a short while, Song Zhengming's forehead was smashed, and blood continued to ooze out, and the constant sweat beads made Song Zhengming's pain worse.

Even so, Song Zhengming still kept hitting his head on the ground, as if he wanted to knock himself unconscious, so that he wouldn't have to bear the pain that tortured him to death.

Seeing Song Zhengming's appearance, Huang Shuying couldn't help wiping away her tears, and said to the fortune teller, "Old God, please, please spare our family Zhengming! Please, he can't take it anymore... ..."

"Old fairy, what did you do to my son?"

The old lady also trotted forward, grabbed the fortune teller's arm, and said in a panic, "My son has been spoiled since he was a child. If he offends you, I, a mother... apologize for him." , please... let him go!"

"He didn't offend me!"

The fortune teller shook his head and said, "He has offended the Great Immortal! This is what happens when you disrespect the Great Immortal!"

"But he is really not a great fairy!"

The old lady wailed, looking at Song Zhengming's life-threatening pain, she was so anxious that she almost burst into tears.

"Ignorance!" The fortune teller snorted coldly: "I said, why do you have noble people in your destiny! It turns out that there is a Great Immortal by your side! You people, who are favored by the Great Immortal, don't want to be grateful, yet dare to offend the Great Immortal! The Great Immortal disdains I want to argue with you, but I, a blind man, can't stand it!"

"This……"

The old lady turned around anxiously, looking at Chen Yan involuntarily.

She wanted Chen Yan to intercede for Song Zhengming, but she couldn't say what Song Zhengming had slandered Chen Yan before.

The more she couldn't speak, the more anxious the old lady became, her cloudy eyes were already filled with tears.

Facing the old lady's gaze, Chen Yan sighed helplessly in his heart.

After a moment of silence, Chen Yan waved his hand at the fortune teller, and said flatly, "Forget it, don't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face, just teach him a lesson!"

"I obey!"

The fortune teller turned slightly, bowed to Chen Yan, and then said to the boy beside him, "Grandson, help me over there."

With the support of the boy, the fortune teller came to Song Zhengming's side and knelt down, touched the sky with his hands for a while, and finally touched Song Zhengming.

"do not move!"

The fortune teller angrily shouted at Song Zhengming: "If you move around again, I can't find the needle, and you will be in pain forever!"

Hearing what the fortune teller said, Song Zhengming didn't dare to move, he gritted his teeth and endured the great pain.

Even though his teeth were about to bite out, his body didn't dare to move.

The fortune teller purposely groped Song Zhengming's body for a while, until Song Zhengming's eyeballs almost squeezed out of the eye sockets, and then took out the needle that pierced Song Zhengming's abdomen.

(End of this chapter)