Chapter 972

"No matter how strong the real world is, there are limitations. You have not crossed Jiupin. You have a large number of people and excellent disciples. If you choose some Jiupin martial artists to fight her, she will lose. Retreat is her last choice."

The voice of the demon lord rings in ye Ziheng's mind, and ye Ziheng's eyes, which originally showed a glimmer of brilliance, are dim in an instant.

"What's more, it seems that she has spent a lot of time in the cult. If it's really for your good, she will not tell you anything and will bear to be cruel to you?"

Ye Ziheng is silent. After a long time, he lies down and covers the quilt on his body.

"Ziheng, you..."

"I'm sleepy."

Before Lin Yaduo said anything, ye Ziheng said.

Seeing ye Ziheng's appearance, Lin ya did not dare to say anything, so she nodded in silence and sat on the bench quietly.

……

After a period of time, ye Ziheng has been lying in the hospital bed.

He is a warrior in the real world. He doesn't need to eat, drink water, or even rest. In the days when he is lying in bed, all the real people of the Martial Arts Alliance come to see him, almost all of them comfort him to see him. Ye Ziheng always shows a smile and nods to them. But as soon as they left, they went back to a state of despondency.

A whole month later, ye Ziheng seemed to be tired of this life. He stood up, put on clean clothes and went out.

"Elder Ye."

The two people at the door saw ye Ziheng, who had been in bed for a month, suddenly changed his clean clothes and walked out. They couldn't help but be shocked. It was the first time they saw ye Ziheng dressed so clean in this month.

"Is the patriarch in the clan? I have something to look for him. "

The disciple shook his head.

"No, I'm not. The Lord has gone to Xingchen mountain. It seems that he wants to discuss with other real people."

Ye Ziheng frowned and said again.

"Is old Qin there?"

"Old Qin? Do you mean to ask my grandfather? "

Ye Ziheng nodded.

"The ancestor is there, just beyond the lake in the back mountain."

"Well, I see."

Ye Ziheng said, and walked towards the lake behind the mountain. But just out of no two steps, ye Ziheng is suddenly stopped.

"Ye, elder Ye."

Ye Ziheng slowly turned back and looked at the two disciples.

"Well, I hope elder ye can recover as soon as possible, lead us, lead the alliance of martial arts and Taoism, and defeat the cult."

After listening to this disciple's words, ye Ziheng could not help but feel some sarcasm, but he didn't show it. Then he showed a faint smile and nodded.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Then he turned and left.

After walking for a few minutes, ye Ziheng came to the lake behind tianxingmen and saw Qin Han sitting there fishing at a glance.

Ye Ziheng walked past, but before he could get close, Qin Han waved, took out his fishing rod and stool, and put them there.

"Come on, what can I do for you?"

Ye Ziheng took a look at the little stool and said nothing more. He picked up the fishing rod and sat down.

"Why do you suddenly think of looking for me?"

"I want to go home."

"Go home. Well, it's time to go home. I haven't seen my parents for a while."

"No, I don't mean to go home and have a look, but..."

Speaking of this, ye zihengdun, taking a deep breath at last, said.

"When I go home, I won't go back here, and I won't play martial arts."