I am a True Villain Chapter 1565: The ancestral grave, the fainted ancestor

Sect Master Wang Hengzhi frowned slightly when he heard the disciple's call.

This is the location of the ancestral grave.

If there is a corpse, it might not be an ancestor.

Wang Hengzhi did not dare to neglect the slightest.

Stepped forward quickly.

I saw a young man appeared beside an ancestral grave.

Of course, they can't really think of young people as young people.

Many ancestors basically retain their appearance when they were young.

"Look, is there any breath?" someone said.

"I will check it myself," Wang Hengzhi replied.

He knelt on the ground, feeling the breath of this young man.

The spiritual energy all over the body is surging.

The cyan spiritual energy wraps the entire body of Xu Zimo.

"There is still a breath," Wang Hengzhi shouted happily.

He poured all his spiritual energy into Xu Zimo's body, trying to treat Xu Zimo's injury.

But he is spiritual energy.

Compared with Xu Zimo, it is just a drop of water in the deep ocean.

The mud goes into the deep beach, not worth mentioning.

After a while, Wang Hengzhi's face became pale.

Because the spiritual energy in his body has been exhausted, but it has no effect.

He stood up, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

"Sect Master," the disciple next to him hurriedly supported him.

"Is this our ancestor?" someone asked curiously.

"I don't know," Wang Hengzhi shook his head.

"I can't even find out whether he is alive or dead."

He frowned.

"Obviously there is a breath, but it is not awakened.

It seems to have been asleep. "

"What shall we do?" the elder next to him started and asked.

"Who knows if it is an enemy or a friend?

In case it is a wicked person, if we save him, we are afraid that the real Wuzong will be destroyed. "

"No, he appeared in the ancestral grave of True Martial Sacred Sect.

I believe him, he must be a destined person for our True Martial Sacred Sect," Wang Hengzhi replied.

"Rescue him."

One of Wang Heng waved.

To a woman not far away, he commanded: "Yu'er, this... fellow daoist will take care of you."

Wang Hengzhi originally wanted to call his ancestors.

But after all, the young man's identity is unknown, so he still called a friend.

The full name of Yu'er in his mouth is Deng Linyu.

It is the Saintess of the Zhenwuzong generation.

"Master, do you want me to take care of him?" Deng Linyu was taken aback.

I looked at the motionless figure of Xu Zimo.

Quite disgustingly said: "I still have to practice, I don't have time to take care of him."

"This is an order," Wang Hengzhi scolded, frowning.

Deng Linyu pursed his mouth, quite aggrieved, tears streaming down.

Seeing her look like this, Wang Hengzhi also had a headache.

I blame him for being too tolerant to this disciple, and now I can’t help her.

"Niece Deng, if she doesn't want to," the core Grand Elder next to her played round the field.

With a smile, he said: "This person is unidentified, who knows if it has anything to do with our Zhen Wuzong."

"In my opinion, it is better to find someone again."

"Master, the disciples are willing to take care of him."

At this moment, a weak voice came from nearby.

Everyone turned their heads to look around.

I saw Grand Elder's direct disciple Xiao An'an actually speak up.

As soon as I heard this, Grand Elder almost had bleeding.

Why is this disciple so unbelievable.

He just comforted Sect Master, why in a blink of an eye, it turns out that the clown is myself.

"Grand Elder, since An An is willing, I will let her take care of it," Wang Hengzhi said.

"Sect Master, this girl An An is talking nonsense," Grand Elder gave a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Master, I am not talking nonsense," Xiao Anan looked at the young man in front of him.

Suspiciously: "I don't know why, I feel a touch of kindness when I look at him."

Grand Elder helpless.

He really can't help this disciple.

Because this disciple is not only his disciple, but also his granddaughter.

I can't fight and fight.

You can't scold you.

"I don't care," Grand Elder walked away angrily.

Wang Hengzhi smiled.

He ordered someone to build a wheelchair and supported Xu Zimo's figure up.

This woman named Xiao An'an stood by.

Wang Hengzhi smiled and said: "If you have any requirements, you can just mention it.

Sect Door will help you. "

Xiao An'an nodded slightly, and she could see that she was a little taciturn.

Belong to the kind of people who don't talk very much.

"No requirements," Xiao Anan shook his head.

Wang Hengzhi also left afterwards.

Because today is the time to worship the ancestors.

So Wang Hengzhi has to preside over the overall situation.

Seeing Wang Hengzhi's departure, Deng Linyu came to Xiao Anan's side.

Advised: "Sister An'an, you are not stupid.

The identity of this person is unknown. If this person is paralyzed for a lifetime, will you have to take care of him for a lifetime?

Listen to Sister Sister, don't delay yourself.

I'm going to talk to Master now. "

"It's okay," Xiao Anan shook his head weakly.

Explained: "Sister, I don’t know why.

I feel he is very kind.

I will take care of it first.

If he is really paralyzed for a lifetime, I will...I will take care of him for the rest of my life. "

"Silly girl, don't regret it," Deng Linyu felt helpless.

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And on the other side.

Wang Hengzhi has ordered dozens of disciples to start placing worship items in front of the tombs of these thousands of ancestors.

Today's Zhen Wuzong is completely in decline.

From the number of disciples alone, we can see that the huge Sect Door only has dozens of disciples.

But these disciples are loyal to Sect Door.

Everyone loves each other and rarely intrigues.

The atmosphere of Sect Door is very good.

The figure of Wang Hengzhi came to an ancestral grave.

The ancestral graves are actually quite inconspicuous in front of so many ancestral graves.

The owner of this ancestral grave is called Wang Qianhe.

Personally known as the old man Qianhe.

Perhaps compared with other ancestral graves, this old man Qianhe is actually not in the rankings, regardless of his strength or qualifications.

But for Wang Hengzhi, this old man Qianhe is his most respected.

Because other ancestors are strong, he has never seen them.

The old man Qianhe is his master.

He put the fruit of worship, lit the incense, and then bowed down.

"Master, master, you always sighed and reminisced with me to the west.

How brilliant True Martial Sacred Sect once was.

The disciple also rebuilt the Zhenwu Sect after untold hardships.

But everything is so difficult.

Don't talk about recasting glory, the disciples don't know how long this real Wuzong can last~IndoMTL.com~If you know well, I hope to bless Sect Door. "

After Wang Hengzhi finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to leave.

At this moment, the sound of drumming was heard not far from Zhenwu Sect.

Wang Hengzhi's face changed slightly.

Because he knows that only when Sect Door encounters a major enemy, the disciples will sound the drum.

"What's the matter?" An elder frowned and said.

"Go and see, is there something serious?"

The disciples talked a lot.

Wang Hengzhi took the lead and walked quickly towards the entrance of Sect Door.

As for Xiao An'an, he pushed a wheelchair made of Xu Zimo and followed closely behind.

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