mad warrior emperor

Chapter 342 The Old Chef

Holding the identity card, Henry Zhang turned around and left. Normally, if he got the identity card, he could live in the outer hall, but he gave up and returned to Zizhu Peak.

Now that he is injured, he has only recovered half of his recovery, so he must recover completely as soon as possible, and then break through to the Martial King Realm. As the old man said, the Dragon Blood Temple speaks by strength, without strength, there is no right to speak.

"I heard that the purple bamboos on this Zizhu Peak are very miraculous, how about we cut a few and go back and see?"

At the foot of the Purple Bamboo Peak, a few youths who were half a step into the Martial King Realm poked their heads and glanced at the bamboo houses on the mountain. Seeing no one there, one of the youths in yellow took out a long sword and chopped at a purple bamboo tree.

"No!"

Suddenly, before the young man in yellow cut his sword halfway, a shout sounded behind everyone.

"Ghost!" Everyone focused on chopping the purple bamboo, but a voice sounded out of nowhere, everyone trembled in fright, especially the young man in yellow, who was so frightened by the long sword that he slammed it on the ground with a bang.

"Senior, we were wrong, we were just curious about this purple bamboo, please let us go." Those young people turned around and knelt down without even thinking about it.

"Hey Hey……"

Seeing everyone kneeling down, a smirk sounded, everyone felt weird, raised their heads slightly and glanced upwards, the first thing they saw was an old face, he was wearing a ragged cloth, grinning , You can see that one of the front teeth has fallen out, and the smile is very weird and funny.

But a few people couldn't laugh and stood up angrily.

"Fuck! It's this old thing again, which scared us." The young man in yellow seemed to know the old man, cursed, picked up the long sword again, and the rest of the people also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fucking trash, old man, get away, I almost scared the old man to death." Everyone gave the old man a vicious look.

Everyone is familiar with this old man, called the old chef, who lives in Zizhu Peak. Of course, he is not a master. On the contrary, he has no strength. He is doing odd jobs for everyone. Of course, he is also bullied.

However, considering that Zizhu Peak is a special area, everyone was worried that there would be some strong person, so they ignored the old man and raised their swords to chop.

The old chef swayed left and right, his old and crooked body swayed in front of the crowd, blocked the young man in yellow, and still grinned, "You can't cut these purple bamboos, they are heart to heart, you cut one, They all hurt."

"He's an old man, you've lost your mind, get out of here, if you dare to block me, Xia Zhen, believe it or not, I'll chop you off." The yellow-clothed youth Xia Zhen flashed a ruthless look.

"You still can't cut it." The old chef still smiled, as if he couldn't stop laughing, and still refused to move away.

"Hit this old bastard for me, beat it to death!" Xia Zhen was furious, and roared, and the people behind him rushed up, and soon there was a burst of punching and kicking, and there was a dull sound of bang bang, beating the old chef Lie on the ground.

Seeing the half-dead old chef lying on the ground after being beaten, Xia Zhen grinned grimly, then turned around and raised his long sword to slash at Zizhu.

"Can't chop!"

The old chef immediately hugged Xia Zhen's leg.

"Bastard!" Xia Zhen turned around and looked down. Seeing the old chef grinning again, he was furious. He kicked the old chef into the air with one kick, straddled the old chef with one step, and slashed at the old chef with a sword. .

"Damn old trash, I will clean up your stain on the temple." Being thwarted many times, Xia Zhen suddenly became murderous, and slashed with his sword, and slashed at the head of the old chef.

A half-step Martial King's slash, although it was just a random slash, was very powerful, even the Wu Gang realm couldn't handle it, not to mention the old chef with almost zero combat power, if he slashed down, he might be split in two. Half.

Bang!

At the moment when the long sword was about to fall on the head of the old chef, a figure in white flickered, stepped forward like a ghost, his right hand skillfully grasped the body of the long sword, the long sword seemed to be alive, clanging and Ming.

This figure in white is exactly Henry Zhang who came back.

He looked at Xia Zhen with heavy brows, and said coldly: "Is it too much?"

"What are you? What are you doing? Don't you know that the temple relies on strength?" Xia Zhen said viciously.

"Speak by strength?" A mocking smile appeared on Henry Zhang's face. He would not find it funny if it was said from someone else's mouth, but he found it extremely funny when it was said from Xia Zhen's mouth.

"Bullying an old man who has no strength, is this your strength?" Henry Zhang sarcastically said.

"Asshole, what does it matter to you?" Xia Zhen got angry when he heard this, and drew his sword suddenly, but the long sword was in Henry Zhang's palm, but it seemed to be clamped by iron clamps, and it was motionless. Seeing this, murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes Now, he stabbed forward suddenly, and stabbed towards Henry Zhang's chest.

Henry Zhang squinted his eyes, flashing a cold light, and the unicorn arm was displayed, bursting out a violent breath.

Now Henry Zhang may only have recovered [-]%, but it is still no problem to deal with some half-step Martial Kings. With a bang, the long sword was broken instantly, and a powerful counter-shock force pushed Xia Zhen back.

After a few staggers, Xia Zhen stumbled, retreated more than ten steps to stabilize his body, and suddenly became angry from embarrassment, and cursed at the few people beside him, "Bastard, surround him and kill him."

Hearing this, those people quickly surrounded Henry Zhang, Henry Zhang narrowed his eyes with a cold light, stepped in, slapped across, and with a few slaps, they were blown out before they could keep up with the speed.

Henry Zhang didn't stop, and walked towards Xia Zhen, which made Xia Zhen's pupils shrink, and Henry Zhang's method just now made him terrified.

"Hey, everyone, don't hurt your peace." The old chef pulled Henry Zhang, stepped forward and grinned, with one front tooth missing, looking very happy.

"But they are bullying you!" Henry Zhang said with a frown, and at the same time looked at the old chef curiously, looking very ordinary, except for the missing front tooth, there was nothing special about it.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay." The old chef grinned.

Hearing this, Henry Zhang frowned, thought for a while, turned around and left without saying anything, since the other party didn't appreciate it, then he was nosy.

"Hmph!" Seeing Henry Zhang stepping away, Xia Zhenxin's anger and murderous intent were so intense that it was difficult to vent, so he said coldly to several people: "Hit me hard on this short-sighted thing."

As he said that, he kicked the old chef head, kicked the old chef head away with a bang, and said cursingly: "I will beat him, if he doesn't fight back, what's the matter with you?"

Hearing this, Henry Zhang stamped his feet, his face stern, he turned around, straddled up with one step, slapped Xia Zhen across the face, and directly sent Xia Zhen's body flying.

"I don't like it, it's none of my business."

Henry Zhang uttered a sentence coldly, followed Xia Zhen's body forward, and punched Xia Zhen's body again.

With a bang, Xia Zhen's body smashed to the ground like a meteor, and at the same time, Henry Zhang stepped on his face, and half of his head stepped into the ground of the bamboo forest.

(End of this chapter)