The gate of the Anjia Ancestral Temple is guarded.

The person who guarded didn't know An Zhiyuan.

However, they received an order that once someone appeared at the gate of the An Family Ancestral Temple, no matter who it was, they would notify An Zhicun as soon as possible.

So, the person guarding hurriedly took out his mobile phone and called An Zhicun.

Soon, An Zhicun received a call.

An Zhicun's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he didn't know if the group of people who appeared at the gate of the An family's ancestral temple now was An Zhiyuan and his party.

Go out and have a look?

Shame, shame!

So, An Zhicun asked the people guarding the gate of the Anjia Ancestral Temple to see if the group of people who appeared at the gate of the Anjia Ancestral Temple had the momentum of wanting to enter the Anjia Ancestral Temple.

Ning Chuan swaggered, holding a cigarette and walking directly towards the gate of the Anjia Ancestral Temple.

An Zhicun learned that the group of people who appeared at the gate of the Anjiazu Temple were walking towards the Anjiazu Temple.

He immediately hung up the phone: "Everyone, get ready for battle!"

"Yes, the head of the house (the owner) (the master)!"

The people below An Zhicun responded to An Zhicun in unison, and they all looked cold.

At the gate of the Anjia Ancestral Temple, the guards shouted angrily at Ning Chuan: "This is the Anjia Ancestral Temple, outsiders are not allowed to enter!"

"Let An Zhicun get out!"

The cigarette in Ning Chuan's hand popped out, and the cigarette butt smashed on the face of the guard.

Suddenly, the guards rubbed their faces vigorously and screamed.

"An Zhicun, get out and die!"

Ning Chuan roared loudly at the Anjiazu Temple.

With Ning Chuan's roar, everyone in the Anjia Ancestral Temple heard it.

Many people were shocked, they knew how big the Anjia Ancestral Temple was!

Shocked that someone was able to roar and roar from the gate of the Anjia Ancestral Temple, and transmitted the sound into the Anjia Ancestral Temple, so that everyone in the Anjia Ancestral Temple could hear it clearly.

An Zhicun's face was gloomy, and the sword in his hand was eager to come out of its sheath and kill Ning Chuan.

"House master, let's fight out!"

The An family couldn't help but ask An Zhicun.

"Pavilion master, the people outside are too arrogant, let's rush out!"

There is a disciple of the Anjia Martial Arts Pavilion, and he said angrily.

The ancient warriors of the Anmen faction were all calm.

Yelling is the act of the weak.

Strong, do you need to yell and scream?

"All the ancient warriors of the Anmen faction, give me a fight!"

"Kill any stranger you see at the gate of the Anjia Ancestral Temple, and leave no one behind!"

An Zhicun ordered angrily, he didn't care whether he would kill a stranger passing by the ancestral temple of the An family by mistake.

"Yes, sir!"

The ancient warriors of the Bai'anmen sect received orders in unison at the same time.

The ancient warriors of the Bai'an Sect turned around and walked out of the hall of the Anjia Ancestral Temple in a neat manner.

At the gate of Anjiazu Temple, Ning Chuan did not move.

Ning Chuan felt that if he entered the Anjia Ancestral Temple, it would not be easy to show his skills!

Wouldn't it be easy to seduce a wave of enemies to appear first, lock this wave of enemies with a stand-in talisman, and then enter the ancestral temple of An Jia and kill An Zhicun?

When the ancient warriors of the Bai'anmen sect came out of the Anjia ancestral temple, Ning Chuan's eyes lit up.

These ancient warriors of the Anmen Sect will be their own subordinates in the future.

They will guard the villa area of Beiming City, which is a resource for Ning Chuan to go out and do things without worries in the future!

These are all resources, but there can't be a little damage!

"Kill!"

The ancient warriors of the Anmen Sect, who came out in a stream, did not drag mud and water, directly drew out their respective weapons, and rushed towards Ning Chuan and his party.

"Stand back!"

Ning Chuan hurriedly waved his hand, signaling An Zhiyuan, Dog Nose, Chang Qing, Ma Ning, Yingying, and Long Zhongying behind him to retreat.

Ning Chuan could not be afraid of being surrounded by hundreds of ancient warriors, but not the people behind him!

Soon, Ning Chuan and his party pulled back hundreds of meters away.

Anmen sent hundreds of ancient warriors to surround Ning Chuan and his party in the blink of an eye.

The corners of Ning Chuan's mouth raised, and a stand-in talisman appeared in his hand.

This is the only stand-in talisman in Ning Chuan's current hand.

"Good baby, you're the only one left!"

Ning Chuan was reluctant to use the stand-in talisman.

The stand-in 'Ning Chuan' appeared, frightening dozens of Anmen sect ancient warriors.

They had never seen such a strange trick, but they wouldn't run away.

Ning Chuan controlled the stand-in 'Ning Chuan' and attracted the attacks of hundreds of ancient warriors from the Anmen faction.

"An Zhiyuan, do you estimate how long it will take for the rest of the ancient martial artists of the Anmen sect to come to the Anjia Ancestral Temple?"

Ning Chuan walked in front of him, and asked An Zhiyuan, who was three steps behind him, with great ease.

An Zhiyuan couldn't answer Ning Chuan's question, after all, after so many years, he didn't know how many ancient warriors there were in the Anmen faction, and he didn't know where these ancient warriors would be scattered.

In this way, there is no way to give Ning Chuan an accurate answer.

couldn't give Ning Chuan an accurate answer, An Zhiyuan simply didn't answer.

"No matter how long it takes, and no matter how many Anmen Sect ancient warriors appear in the end, it's all later!"

"Now, there are only the disciples of the An Family Martial Arts Hall and the An family members left in the An Family Ancestral Temple!"

"Later, the three of you should be able to deal with the disciples of the Anjia Martial Arts Hall!"

Ning Chuan said that it was all three people who shot, naturally An Zhiyuan, Goubi, and Ma Ning.

As for Changqing, it must be to protect the safety of Long Zhongying and Yingying.

Ning Chuan walked into the Anjia Ancestral Temple as he spoke.

When Ning Chuan and his party appeared in the hall of the Anjiazu Temple.

The disciples of the An Family Martial Arts Hall and the members of the An family in the inner hall of the An Family Ancestral Temple were full of surprise on their faces.

In their hearts, hundreds of ancient warriors of the Anmen sect rushed out of the Anjia ancestral temple and killed strangers, which was easy and simple.

No matter how bad it is, it will take several hours.

Why is it that this is only the blink of an eye, it seems to be three or five minutes?

Ning Chuan and his party broke into the hall of the Anjia Ancestral Temple?

An Zhicun's eyelids jumped, and his gaze fell on Ning Chuan, who was walking in the front.

At this moment, An Zhicun seemed to realize something.

"An Zhiyuan, you actually let outsiders kill the ancient warriors of the Anmen Sect!"

"What are your intentions?"

An Zhicun angrily reprimanded An Zhiyuan, wanting to take the initiative and mobilize the emotions of the disciples of the An Family Martial Arts Hall and the people of the An family.

Sure enough, although An Zhicun's words fell.

The disciples of the An Family Martial Arts Pavilion and the members of the An family looked at Ning Chuan and his party one by one with righteous indignation.

They didn't know who An Zhiyuan was, and they didn't even have An Zhiyuan in their memory.

Most of the people of An Zhiyuan's generation have died of illness, and a small number of them have been secretly disposed of by An Zhicun.

Back then, An Zhicun sat in the position of the patriarch of the An family, the head of the An family martial arts hall, and the head of the An Sect, and the means were very disgraceful.

There are many people who look down on or even do not recognize An Zhicun's position.

These people are not strong.

So, after An Zhicun took the position, he disposed of these people.