'Papapa', the applause rang out, crisp and pleasant, and the person who applauded was Ning Chuan!

"In a few words, everyone is full of righteous indignation!"

"He really deserves to be the patriarch of the An family, the owner of the An Family Martial Arts Pavilion, and the head of the An Sect!"

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

The corners of An Zhicun's eyebrows gathered slightly, and there was a feeling that he couldn't see through the young man in front of him.

"I really don't know, what are you so angry about?"

"Do you know who An Zhiyuan is?"

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

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

"A hammer of righteous indignation!"

Ning Chuan twisted his neck, put his hands in his pockets and slowly glanced at the indignant disciples of the An Family Martial Arts Hall and the An Family.

The disciples of the Anjia Martial Arts Pavilion really don't know who 'An Zhiyuan' is, they are indignant because they have a sense of community, they are the disciples of the Anjia Martial Arts Pavilion, and they are foreign surnames!

They are not the first family name!

The education they received was the education given to them by the Anjia Martial Arts Hall.

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

"Enough!"

An Zhicun's eyes widened and he roared angrily.

If Ning Chuan is allowed to continue in a few words, there may be any accidents.

An Zhicun will never allow any accidents to happen.

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

Kill An Zhiyuan and completely end the troubles!

There is no An Zhiyuan in the world, only An Zhicun in the world!

Whether it is the patriarch of the An family, the owner of the An family martial arts hall, or the head of the An sect, there is only one person!

That person is him—An Zhicun!

"Scared?"

"Are you afraid that if I continue to talk about it, it will 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 and held his mobile phone in his hand.

Ning Chuan shook the mobile phone in his hand and continued to smile and said, "On my mobile phone, there are a lot of your stories!"

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

"It's nothing more than catching An Zhiyuan's relatives, it's nothing more than using the lives of the An family, the lives of the disciples of the An Family Martial Arts Hall, and the lives of the ancient martial artists of the An Sect to exhaust An Zhiyuan's strength and the qi of the ancient martial artists in your body, and you finally kill An Zhiyuan!"

"In the end, just in case, let the people of the An family, the disciples of the An Family Martial Arts Hall, and the ancient martial artists of the An Sect contact their respective relationships and use these relationships to lay out around the city!"

"If An Zhiyuan succeeds, these relationships will move!"

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, and he couldn't believe it.

The people of the An family and the disciples of the An Family Martial Arts Hall in the hall of the An Family Ancestral Temple were immersed in Ning Chuan's words one by one.

The sword was unsheathed, and An Zhicun would never let Ning Chuan speak again.

"Look for death!"

The sword pointed at Ning Chuan, and An Zhicun roared angrily.

An Zhiyuan, who used the Divine Talisman and the Body Strengthening Talisman, could easily hold An Zhicun, so how could An Zhicun be Ning Chuan's opponent?

Ning Chuan didn't put An Zhi in his eyes at all, and stretched out the middle finger of his right hand: "Here you come!"

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

"Everyone, take a good look at the information on your 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 it didn't take a second to send the bad things An Zhicun had done over the years to the mobile phones of everyone present, even Long Zhongying and Yingying.

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

In an instant, the SMS ringtone rang non-stop.

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

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

One minute is not enough time to read the content of the mobile phone text message.

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

An Zhicun had a voice in his heart, constantly 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 martial arts hall, I order you to act immediately and kill all the strangers who break into the An family's ancestral temple!"

An Zhicun roared angrily and roared.

None of the An family members or the disciples of the An Family Martial Arts Hall moved, they were all looking at the content of the text messages on their mobile phones.

This is not the past, and no one will be foolish!

"An Zhicun, you are really pitiful!"

"For so many years, I haven't cultivated a single henchman!"

"Look at them, has anyone done it?"

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

"It's sad or happy, it's you and me!"

No one moved, and Ning Chuan knew that his plan was successful.

The words were full of mockery.

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 the city, do I still have loved ones?"

"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, he will put Ning Chuan and his party in danger.

An Zhiyuan can give up his relatives in the An family, 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.

So far, An Zhicun is the only one left.

"I'll kill you!"

An Zhicun roared angrily, holding a sword in his hand, and rushed towards An Zhiyuan.

An Zhiyuan used the Divine Walking Talisman and the Body Strengthening Talisman to meet him.

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

At this moment, the members of the An family and the disciples of the An family martial arts hall were all stunned to look at An Zhicun who was lying in a pool of blood, and then 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 Pavilion, and the rules of the An Men faction, only the person holding the sword is the patriarch of the An family, the owner of the An Family Martial Arts Pavilion, and the head of the An Men faction!

Now, this sword representing identity is held in the hand of An Zhiyuan!

The members of the An family and the disciples of the An family martial arts hall, what choice should they make?

An Zhicun was killed!

Do they want to avenge the patriarch of the An family and the owner of the An Family Martial Arts Pavilion?

Everyone, as if by the magic of time, stopped in place.

"I, An Zhiyuan, should have been the patriarch of the An family, the owner of the An Family Martial Arts Hall, and the head of the An Sect!"

"But this villain took away everything that belonged to me by disgraceful means!"