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

Chapter 383 Self-inflicted sin, can't live!
Thousands of ancient warriors from the Anjia sect stood below An Zhiyuan.

An Zhiyuan remained expressionless, scanning the ancient warriors of the Anmen sect standing in front of him.

All the ancient warriors of the Anmen sect that An Zhiyuan glanced at suddenly became nervous.

An Zhiyuan stood up slowly, holding a sword.

An Zhiyuan suddenly said angrily: "The grievances between the Anmen faction and the Luoluomen, who dares to stand up and explain clearly what's going on!"

The ancient warriors of the Anmen sect were shocked. They realized that An Zhiyuan should know the truth about the grievances between the Anmen sect and the Luobai sect.

They originally wanted to use this incident to make An Zhiyuan give up bringing the Anmen Sect ancient warriors to Beiming City and live in the villa area.

What if An Zhiyuan knew the truth about the grievances between the Anmen faction and the Luoluomen?
The ancient warriors of the Anmen Sect didn't dare to think about what happened next.

"Anton, tell me!"

An Zhiyuan raised his sword and pointed at An Dong, who was in his fifties, standing in front of him and shouted.

Anton took a trembling step forward, he lowered his head, not daring to look at An Zhiyuan the same way.

Ning Chuan clasped his hands in front of his chest, shaking his head in disappointment.

But the dog's nose recognized An Zhiyuan, because she knew that whether it was a sect or a family, everything needed a process, a process of questioning and accountability.

But Ning Chuan did not approve of An Zhiyuan's actions. If it were him, he would directly explain the ins and outs of this matter and clarify the truth.

The truth is in front of everyone, let's see how they argue.

That's why Ning Chuan shook his head in disappointment.

He won't stand up and stop An Zhiyuan immediately.

Ning Chuan was waiting, waiting for the result of An Zhiyuan's treatment.

If Ning Chuan was not satisfied with the results of An Zhiyuan's handling, Ning Chuan would directly attack and kill the ancient warriors of the Anmen sect who were solicitous.

An Zhiyuan slammed the sword in his hand on the ground, and asked angrily, "Anton, I'm asking you something!"

"Master, I don't know the ins and outs of the grievances between the Anmen faction and Luoposhan!"

"However, I know that Luopo Mountain beheaded dozens of ancient warriors of the Anmen School. This is a blood feud, and the ancient warriors of the Anmen School will never forget it!"

"I hope that the master will lead us to Luoluo Mountain and avenge our revenge!"

Anton slowly raised his head, mustered up his courage, and said these words.

Anton, who lacked confidence, didn't know why he said these words.

An Zhiyuan snorted coldly, extremely angry.

The sound of 'choke~' was the sound of a sword being pulled out.

An Dong stood still, letting An Zhiyuan press the sword against his neck.

"Master, think twice!"

A group of ancient Anmen faction warriors exclaimed.

An Zhiyuan's face darkened, and he inadvertently looked in the direction of Ning Chuan who was standing beside him.

Ning Chuan shook his head at An Zhiyuan, his face full of disappointment.

The ancient warriors of the Anmen sect all saw An Zhiyuan looking at Ning Chuan.

At this moment, the ancient warriors of Anmen Sect were dissatisfied.

Dissatisfied with why the head of the family has to look at the face of the young man standing not far away?

Why is it a matter of the Anmen faction, and there are two outsiders, Ning Chuan and Goubi, in the Anjiazu Temple?

Why, the master wants to draw his sword against Anton.

A series of reasons caused the dissatisfaction in the hearts of the ancient warriors of the Anmen Sect to gradually reach the peak, and it was about to overflow.

An Zhiyuan turned his head and moved the sword in his hand.

Anton's neck began to bleed, his eyes widened, and his eyes were full of horror.

Did An Zhiyuan really dare to hurt him?
Could it be that the sect leader has murderous intentions!
Anton didn't dare to think about it any further, he was afraid that the following things would become real facts!
"You say it, or don't say it!"

An Zhiyuan's face gradually turned grim, he knew that this was his last chance.

If Anton didn't tell the truth, then Ning Chuan would definitely take action.

Once Ning Chuan made a move, An Zhiyuan was not sure that he would save the lives of the ancient warriors of the An sect.

An Zhiyuan didn't know how many ancient warriors of the Anmen faction would die before Ning Chuan would give up!
Anton gritted his teeth, and said bravely, "Sect Leader, what do you want me to say, I will do what I say, why bother?"

"Okay, great!"

An Zhiyuan put away his sword, turned around and walked towards Ning Chuan.

"Ning Chuan, I am incompetent!"

"The ancient warriors of the Anmen sect, you can deal with them however you want!"

An Zhiyuan lowered his head, not because he was powerless, but because he really didn't want to disappoint Ning Chuan.

Whether Ning Chuan is disappointed or not is more important than what the ancient warriors of the Anmen Sect are thinking.

What An Zhiyuan cared about was Ning Chuan, and wanted to follow Ning Chuan all the time.

"The Anmen Sect is always a member of the An family. This is a matter for your An family. What can I say?"

"What can I do?"

"Without me, without you!"

"Can the ancient warriors of the Anmen Sect deal with the Luoluomen?"

"It doesn't matter whether the Anmen Sect, the An Family, and the An Family Martial Arts Hall move to Beiming City or not!"

Ning Chuan sighed softly, he changed his mind.

An Zhiyuan's words and deeds made Ning Chuan change his mind.

I don't know if it is the luck of the ancient warriors of the Anmen sect, or the misfortune of the ancient warriors of the Anmen sect?
Everything will only be known later.

An Zhiyuan suddenly raised his head and looked at Ning Chuan.

At this moment, An Zhiyuan was struggling in his heart.

An Zhiyuan heard the meaning of Ning Chuan's words, but it was only what he mistook.

An Zhiyuan mistakenly thought that Ning Chuan asked him to make a choice.

The choice is to stay in this city and continue to be the head of the Anmen sect, the patriarch of the An family, and the owner of the Anjia martial arts school, or return to Beiming City with Ning Chuan, and continue to live and die for Ning Chuan?

An Zhiyuan's eyes were moist, he was not reconciled.

For so many years, I have always wanted to take back everything that belongs to me.

I have taken back everything that belongs to me, do I want to let go?

The scariest thing is not to lose everything, but to get everything back, but to give it all up with one's own hands.

At present, An Zhiyuan doesn't know if he can do it.

But An Zhiyuan knew that if he made a wrong choice, he would spend his whole life in regret.

An Zhiyuan didn't have a choice, his head was in a mess and he didn't know how to choose.

Ning Chuan winked at the dog's nose, and was about to leave the Anjiazu Temple.

Thousands of ancient warriors from the Qian'an sect blocked the way of Ning Chuan and Goubi.

Judging from their appearance and posture, it seems that they want to keep Ning Chuan and Goubi, two outsiders, in the Anjiazu Temple!

An Zhiyuan was struggling, his head was in a mess, and he didn't notice the eyes of the ancient warriors of Anmen Sect and their silent movements of blocking Ning Chuan and Goubi's path.

At this moment, it seems that there is a fuse burning.

As long as the time is up, the burning fuse will instantly ignite the ammunition, and the explosion will sweep the entire Anjiazu Temple!

Dog Nose shook his head, muttering to himself: "You have committed your own crimes, you can't live!"

Ning Chuan flipped his wrist, and a dagger appeared.

The dagger shot out from Ning Chuan's hand, hitting An Dong's eyebrow!

(End of this chapter)