mad warrior emperor

Chapter 394

Everyone wants to hear, does Henry Zhang have evidence?
Henry Zhang glanced at the Dragon Blood Palace Master in the main hall, fell silent, and did not speak.

"This kid, do you have any evidence?"

Henry Zhang's silence actually made those elders a little impatient, and they were a little crazy in their hearts!

"Boy, do you have any evidence? Just show it!" An elder couldn't bear it anymore. As the elders of the temple, they have been instilled with the responsibility of guarding the temple since they were young. If there are spies, they must thoroughly check.

"no!"

After a while, Henry Zhang spoke.

Hearing this, Elder Ouyang breathed a sigh of relief. There is no evidence to prove that he is a spy!

"Since there is no such thing, can we think that you made up all of this!" A kind of elders were discussing.

Henry Zhang sneered, "The disciple just reminded the temple and all the elders, since the temple doesn't believe it, then I have nothing to do."

If you want evidence, Henry Zhang did not. Let’s not say where the two masters were there at the time, just say that he was seriously injured. If he was a step later, he would probably have died, so where could he collect evidence.

He raised it today, as long as it reminds the temple that the temple doesn't believe it, that's fine!

Anyway, Henry Zhang has thought about it carefully, no matter whether everyone believes it or not, there is no loss to him, because now that Elder Ouyang has recognized his identity, the persecution of him is just from the dark to the clear.

Furthermore, it is difficult to guard against the hidden arrows, and it is even beneficial for him to put everything on the table.

"No!" All the elders were stunned for a moment.

Above the main hall, several elders communicated with each other through sound transmission, and then Hall Master Longxuan said: "Today's matter, after discussion with several elders, I think this matter is just a misunderstanding, let's let it go."

"As for the collapse of Sword Dao Peak, it has not been found out yet, but the relevant people are all responsible. Henry Zhang is in it, and he cannot escape responsibility. After discussion among the elders, they decided to let him go to Fengleiya to face the wall and think about it for a month." Long Palace Master Xuan announced lightly.

"Hall Master Shengming!" Elder Ouyang bowed immediately, with a cold smile in his eyes, getting rid of the suspicion, then the next step is to get rid of Henry Zhang.

"What about you, what else do you want to say?" Looking at the elders, Hallmaster Longxuan asked.

"Hall Master handled it safely, and I have no objection." Le Huang and Meng Qingming looked at each other, and they both had a smile in their eyes. They immediately took a step forward, and the rest of the elders pondered for a while, and responded one after another.

The next day, the news that Xiao Ruanren was imprisoned in Fengleiya spread throughout the Dragon Blood Temple.

Nangong Hongyan, Yang Xuantian, Ximen Aoxue and the others in the inner hall were extremely anxious, but at this moment, Le Huang and Meng Qingming appeared and after some explanations, they were relieved.

Fengleiya, a Fenglei mountain located at the junction of the central restricted area and the inner hall area.

There are dancing thunders, hurricanes like knives, and the harsh environment. Few people come here, or even almost no one. Henry Zhang is just one of the few.

Henry Zhang sat cross-legged on a rock, looking at the silver lightning that snaked around Miaoman's body under the cliff in front of him, and those hurricanes that were sometimes like knives and sometimes like waterfalls.

The two collided, and there was a sound of wind and thunder, which was very pleasant.

"One month's wall face!"

Henry Zhang smiled bitterly, this was the first time he faced the wall, but after thinking about it, he didn't sit like this.

It just so happened that there was no one to disturb the quiet here, so I took out the Star Seal and began to practice.

When Deacon Cong Ye used the star seal, Henry Zhang was itching for this martial skill. This martial skill is a group attack martial skill. Using stars as power, it turns into star palm prints and falls from the sky, with amazing lethality.

It can be seen from Deacon Ye's performance that if Henry Zhang hadn't had the Ten Great Slashing Techniques, he would probably have achieved the Tao.

Therefore, he attaches great importance to this martial skill.

It took half a month for him to cultivate this martial skill successfully.

At the same time, he also focused on the cultivation of Saint Mie Nine Slaughters. This martial skill is matched with the Saint Mie Tyrant Body.

Therefore, Henry Zhang could only give up temporarily.

"Old man, what are you doing here?" Just as Henry Zhang was sitting cross-legged and resting, a disciple at the entrance of Feng Lei Ya looked at an old man with contempt.

This old man is the old chef.

"This little brother, please make it easier for me to deliver soup to Henry Zhang." The old chef said.

"Old man, what soup are you bringing? This is Feng Leiya, get out immediately, or your legs will be broken." The disciple looked at the old chef with disgust, he didn't even bother to look at the useless ants.

"Brother, this is purple bamboo soup for you. It's convenient." The old chef still begged, and he was not angry because of the disciple's bad attitude. Instead, he handed a can of purple bamboo soup to the disciple.

Get out!

The disciple's expression became serious, and with a wave of one hand, he swept away the can of purple bamboo soup that the old chef handed him.

"A dignified disciple of King Wu, bullying an old man, do you still have face?" On Fengleiya, Henry Zhang's voice sounded like bells and drums, very angry, with the rolling force, shaking the disciple's breath The surge made the disciple tremble with fear.

"Boy Xiao, I'm fine!" The old chef followed the voice and said with a smile.

"Come on." Henry Zhang shouted.

"Henry Zhang, don't forget, you are in confinement now, let people in, do you still want to be punished..."

"Go away, say one more thing, I will punish you first."

Before the disciple finished speaking, a domineering voice came out, which made the disciple's expression ugly.

"Excuse me, I'll just give you a can of soup, and it will be out soon." The old chef grinned, bowed quickly, and walked in with a can of purple bamboo soup in one hand.

Soon, the old chef fell in love with Feng Leiya.

Looking at the old chef coming, Henry Zhang asked with a smile: "Why do you have time to visit me?"

"I saw that you haven't been back to Purple Bamboo Peak for a long time, so I found out that you are here after I inquired about it, so I came over to have a look after I finished my work in the bamboo forest."

The old chef said, handing over the purple bamboo soup at the same time, and said with a smile: "Drink it while it's hot, it's just been stewed not long ago."

"Thank you!" Henry Zhang felt warm, took the jar, took a sip, turned his head and said with a smile: "It's delicious, it's still the original taste."

"Just like it!" The old chef smiled, looked at Henry Zhang drinking, and immediately said: "I like drinking, I will come a few more times."

"You better not come, I don't want to stay in Fengleiya forever." Henry Zhang smiled.

"Do you have complaints about the judgment of the temple?" Hearing Henry Zhang's words, the old chef asked suddenly.

Henry Zhang took a sip of the soup, looked up at the old chef, and asked back: "The disciples of the temple have bullied you, so do you have any complaints?"

Henry Zhang didn't come to the Dragon Blood Temple before, he didn't know the old chef, but since he arrived at Zizhufeng, he saw that every disciple looked down on the old chef, and even bullied and beat him, but the old chef still grinned , should it!

"No!" The old chef smiled and said, "I live to take care of those purple bamboos, so I only have to protect them in my heart, so I don't have any complaints."

"Those purple bamboos are really so important to you?" Henry Zhang was puzzled, the old chef kept emphasizing the purple bamboos, he didn't understand what was in it?
"It's very important, more important than my life!" The old chef said calmly, but didn't continue.

"Okay, I'll go back first, otherwise, there might be moths growing in those purple bamboos." The old chef smiled, no matter where he went, his heart seemed to be tied to that piece of purple bamboo forest.

After finishing speaking, the old chef turned around and walked down Feng Lei Ya with a hunched body.

Halfway there, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly said: "By the way, that little girl asked me to tell you that the Great Competition in the inner hall is about to start, so you should prepare."

"Inner Palace Dabi?" Henry Zhang murmured, and then suddenly shouted: "Old Chef, in fact, I don't have any complaints, I have done what I should do."

(End of this chapter)