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

Chapter 349 One move kill!

'Papa papa', the applause sounded, crisp and sweet, and the person applauding was Ning Chuan!
"With a few words, everyone is filled with righteous indignation!"

"You really deserve to be the patriarch of the An family, the owner of the An family martial arts gym, and the head of the An family sect!"

The applause stopped, and Ning Chuan, who raised the corner of his mouth, stared at An Zhicun with a faint smile.

The corners of An Zhicun's eyebrows gathered slightly, as if he couldn't see through the young man in front of him.

"I really don't know, what is it that you are filled with righteous indignation?"

"Do you know who An Zhiyuan is?"

"And do you know how many disgusting things An Zhicun has done over the years?"

"You don't know anything, you don't understand anything!"

"Everyone is filled with righteous indignation and a hammer!"

Ning Chuan twisted his neck, put his hands in his pockets and slowly glanced at the indignant disciples of the An family martial arts school and members of the An family.

The disciples of Anjia Wuguan really don't know who 'An Zhiyuan' is, they are filled with righteous indignation because they have a sense of community, they are disciples of Anjia Wuguan, they have a different surname!

They are not An Jia's real surname!

The education they received was the education given to them by the Anjia Martial Art Museum.

In the memory of time, they slowly forget their original surnames and integrate themselves into the surname 'An'.

"enough!"

An Zhicun widened his eyes and roared angrily.

If Ning Chuan is allowed to keep talking in a few words, there is no guarantee that something unexpected will happen.

An Zhicun will never allow any accidents to happen.

Today, for An Zhicun, there is only one thing!

Killing An Zhiyuan will completely end the future troubles!

There is no more An Zhiyuan in the world, only An Zhicun in the world!
Whether it's the patriarch of the An family, the owner of the An family martial arts gym, or the head of the An family, there is only one person!

That person is him—An Zhicun!

"Afraid?"

"Are you afraid that I will continue to talk and shake the morale of the army, or are you afraid that what you have done will be known?"

Ning Chuan took his right hand out of his trouser pocket, holding a mobile phone in his hand.

Ning Chuan shook the phone in his hand, continued to smile and said: "There are many stories about you on my phone!"

"Of course, I already know about some of the arrangements you made today!"

"It's nothing more than arresting An Zhiyuan's relatives. It's nothing more than using the lives of the An family members, the An family martial arts disciples, and the ancient warriors of the Anmen sect to exhaust An Zhiyuan's strength and the ancient warriors in his body." Furious, you are the last to kill An Zhiyuan!"

"Finally, just in case, let the An family members, the disciples of the An family martial arts school, and the ancient warriors of the An family sect contact their respective relationships, and use these relationships to deploy around the city!"

"If An Zhiyuan succeeds, these relationships will be activated!"

An Zhicun didn't believe that Ning Chuan knew his plan, but every word Ning Chuan said was the completeness of every step of the plan, so there was no room for him not to believe it.

The members of the An family and the disciples of the An family martial arts hall in the inner hall of the An family ancestor temple were immersed in Ning Chuan's words one by one.

With the sword out of its sheath, An Zhicun would never let Ning Chuan speak any more.

"court death!"

Pointing the sword at Ning Chuan, An Zhicun roared angrily.

An Zhiyuan, who used the divine movement talisman and physical strength talisman seal, could easily hold An Zhicun, so how could An Zhicun be Ning Chuan's opponent?
Ning Chuan didn't keep An Zhi in his eyes at all, and stretched out his right middle finger: "Come here!"

An Zhicun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he was at a loss.

"Everyone, take a good look at the information on your mobile phone!"

Ning Chuan smiled slightly, and communicated with the system in his mind, asking the system to send all the bad things An Zhicun had done over the years to the mobile phones of everyone present.

The system immediately executed Ning Chuan's order, and in less than a second, the bad things An Zhicun had done over the years were sent to the mobile phones of everyone present, including Long Zhongying and Yingying.

The members of the An family and the disciples of the An family martial arts school subconsciously took out their mobile phones one by one.

In an instant, the ringtone of the mobile phone text message rang non-stop.

The members of the An family and the disciples of the An family martial arts school looked at the screen of the mobile phone, their eyes gradually became fierce.

An Zhicun's mobile phone also received the message, and he took out his mobile phone to look.

1 minute is not enough to read the content of the text message on the mobile phone.

But An Zhicun couldn't stand it, he trembled all over.

There was a voice in An Zhicun's heart that kept shouting: It's over, it's over!
"No, it's not over yet!"

"As the patriarch of the An family and the owner of the An family's martial arts gym, I order you to act immediately and kill all the strangers who break into the An family's ancestral temple!"

An Zhicun roared and growled.

None of the An family members or An family martial arts disciples moved, they were all looking at the text messages on their mobile phones.

Now is not the past, no one will be foolish and loyal!
"An Zhicun, you are so pitiful!"

"After so many years, I haven't cultivated a single confidant!"

"Look at them, is there anyone doing it?"

"You don't trust anyone, so no one is willing to die for you!"

"Sorrow or joy, for you and me!"

When no one moved, Ning Chuan knew his plan was successful.

The words were full of sarcasm.

The sword in An Zhicun's hand pointed at An Zhiyuan: "An Zhiyuan, do you want all your relatives to die!"

"From the day I left this city, do I still have relatives?"

"An Zhicun, you can't threaten me!"

An Zhiyuan said lightly that he would never let An Zhicun threaten him.

If he accepts An Zhicun's threat, it will put Ning Chuan and his party in danger.

An Zhiyuan can give up his relatives in Anjia, but he will never risk the lives of Ning Chuan and others.

"you!"

An Zhicun was stunned, he never expected that An Zhiyuan would not be threatened by him.

Up to now, An Zhicun is the only one left.

"I kill you!"

An Zhicun roared, holding a sword, and rushed towards An Zhiyuan.

An Zhiyuan went forward with the Divine Walking Talisman and the Body Strengthening Talisman Seal.

Just breathing, An Zhicun fell to the ground, An Zhiyuan held a sword in his hand.

At this moment, the members of the An family and the disciples of the An family's martial arts school stared at An Zhicun who was lying in a pool of blood, and looked at An Zhiyuan who was holding a sword in confusion.

According to the rules of the An family, the rules of the An family martial arts school, and the rules of the An family school, only the person holding the sword is the patriarch of the An family, the owner of the An family martial arts school, and the head of the An family school!

Now, this sword that represents identity is held by An Zhiyuan!

What choice should the members of the An family and the disciples of the An family martial arts school make?

An Zhicun was beheaded!

Do they want to avenge the patriarch of the An family and the owner of the An family martial arts gym?
Everyone seemed to be magically cast by time and stopped in place.

"I, An Zhiyuan, should have been the patriarch of the An family, the owner of the An family martial arts gym, and the head of the An sect!"

"But this villain took away everything that belongs to me by dishonorable means!"

(End of this chapter)