I picked up the treasure chest in the hands of the goddess

Chapter 342 I will deal with him myself!

Standing at the door of the room, An Zhicun holding a sword, under the light of the corridor, his shadow stretched very long!
The shadow was zoomed into the room, so Ma Ning and An Zhiyuan standing by the bed could clearly see the shadow on the ground, but they couldn't see clearly the appearance of An Zhicun standing at the door of the room.

Ning Chuan had a room alone, Goubi and Yingying shared a room, Chang Qing shared a room with Long Zhongying, and An Zhiyuan shared a room with Ma Ning.

Four rooms, side by side.

The room of Ma Ning and An Zhiyuan is the first room on the left.

"An Zhicun!"

An Zhiyuan shouted slowly, he knew that apart from An Zhicun, no one else in this city would show up at the door of his hotel room in the middle of the night.

Only An Zhicun can easily ask the night shift staff of the hotel for the room number of the room he is staying in, and he can also get the hotel universal card from the night shift staff of the hotel to open the door of the room he is staying in.

"An Zhiyuan!"

An Zhicun casually turned on the light at the door of the room, and instantly all the lights in the room lit up.

Two beds, no more than three or five meters away from the door of the room.

An Zhicun saw An Zhiyuan and Ma Ning standing by the bed, and his eyes fell on An Zhiyuan.

Ma Ning?

An Zhicun didn't pay attention at all!

If he was a strong person, with a stronger cultivation than An Zhiyuan, why would he live in the same room with An Zhiyuan?
Since his cultivation was not as strong as An Zhiyuan's, why should he take it seriously?
"An Zhicun, are you trying to kill me quietly?"

An Zhiyuan sighed softly. After all these years, he still knew An Zhicun very well.

"You are very smart!"

Holding the sword in his hand, An Zhicun closed the door casually.

Since it was impossible to be silent, An Zhiyuan was beheaded in his sleep.

Then let An Zhiyuan die slowly under torture, which is a good way!

"It's a pity!"

An Zhiyuan shook his head, his eyes full of pity.

Both he and Ma Ning had the divine movement talisman and the body-strengthening talisman, as long as they were used, hitting An Zhicun was as easy as beating a three-year-old child!
If An Zhicun is not in a hurry to find him, and obediently waits for him to take Ning Chuan and the others to the residence of the An clan, An Zhiyuan only needs his position as the head of the An clan, the patriarch of the An clan, and the head of the An clan's martial arts gym. .

She will never hurt An Zhicun, and will not take An Zhicun's life!

And tonight, An Zhicun appeared in the hotel room.

How could An Zhiyuan let An Zhi survive?

"Yeah, what a pity!"

"There is a way to heaven if you don't go, hell has no way to come!"

"It's not good to live well. Why did you bring people back to this city? Why did you take advantage of the day when the An family worshiped their ancestors and sneak into the An family martial arts hall!"

"Don't you know that now is the age of technology, and there are surveillance cameras everywhere in Anjia Martial Arts Hall?"

An Zhicun is not talking too much, but likes this feeling.

Before torturing An Zhiyuan, use words to make An Zhiyuan feel hopeless.

Back then, An Zhicun used a lot of dirty tricks to snatch the positions of head of the Anmen faction, the head of the An family, and the head of the An family martial arts gym from An Zhiyuan.

Over the years, whether it is the Anmen sect, the An family, or the Anjia martial arts school, they have not taken half a step back, but they have not taken a half step forward either.

An Zhicun thought it was his own credit, and it was his painstaking efforts.

If An Zhiyuan was allowed to be the patriarch of the An family, the curator of the An family martial arts school, and the head of the An family school, I am afraid that the An family school, the An family martial arts school, and the An family would have long since declined and disappeared in the long run. flow inside.

"Ma Ning, you don't need to take action, I will deal with him myself!"

An Zhiyuan said lightly, he knew that Ma Ning was a little bit impatient, and wanted to use the magic movement talisman and physical strength talisman to deal with An Zhicun!
Ma Ning sighed softly, feeling that An Zhicun was too slow, and also that An Zhiyuan was too slow.

People break into hotel rooms with swords in their hands in the middle of the night, so what are you doing with them?
Directly use the divine movement talisman and physical strength talisman seal to beat him!
What can Ma Ning do when An Zhiyuan talks?
Ma Ning can only, put away the amulet of magic and strengthening the body, and let An Zhiyuan solve it by himself!
"I haven't seen it in these years, and my cultivation base hasn't seen an increase, but my tone has increased a lot!"

If An Zhicun hadn't felt that the ancient warrior aura in An Zhiyuan's body was not as strong as the ancient warrior aura in his body, An Zhicun would have been really shocked by An Zhiyuan's words.

now?
An Zhicun just thought that An Zhiyuan's cultivation had not changed, and he just wanted to scare him!
"It's boring!"

An Zhiyuan shook his head, and suddenly felt that it would be dawn if he continued talking with An Zhicun like this!
What is the purpose of bringing Ning Chuan and the others to this city?
Isn't it just to take back from An Zhicun the position of the head of the An Family Martial Arts Hall, the head of the An School, and the head of the An Family?

Now that An Zhicun, who has stolen everything from him, is right in front of him, what are you doing with him?
fuck him!

As An Zhiyuan's words fell, the divine movement talisman and body strengthening talisman that he had already taken out in his hand were used.

In an instant, An Zhiyuan appeared in front of An Zhicun.

Although the distance between An Zhiyuan and An Zhicun was only a few meters away.

But in less than a second, even half a second, An Zhiyuan disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of An Zhicun, which made An Zhicun tremble with fright.

The sword in his hand was drawn out, but the sword did not leave the scabbard.

An Zhiyuan held An Zhicun's wrist with his hands, preventing An Zhicun from drawing out his sword.

An Zhicun's eyes widened. He felt a huge force coming from his wrist, and he firmly suppressed himself.

No matter how much strength I use, I can't draw out the sword, and the sword can't leave the scabbard even half a cent!

An Zhicun couldn't believe it, he gave up drawing out the sword and kicked An Zhiyuan's stomach.

An Zhiyuan slashed down with his left hand, and the palm hit An Zhicun's ankle.

An Zhicun only heard the sound of bones breaking, and suddenly pain came from his ankle and swept his whole body.

Following closely behind An Zhicun, he watched helplessly that the sword in his hand came out and appeared in An Zhiyuan's hand.

Obviously he didn't see An Zhiyuan's two hands, why did the sword in An Zhiyuan's hand appear in An Zhiyuan's hand?
Could it be that the sword recognizes the master?

Or was An Zhiyuan's speed so fast that he couldn't see it?

Also, why is An Zhiyuan so powerful?
Just slashing the palm of your hand, and your ankle bones were chopped to pieces?
Too many questions rose up in An Zhicun's mind.

Before thinking through these questions clearly, An Zhicun only felt his neck go cold.

An Zhiyuan drew out his sword, and the sword rested on An Zhicun's neck.

(End of this chapter)