Standing at the door of the room, An Zhicun, holding a sword, his shadow stretched out very long under the light of the corridor light!

The shadow was drawn closer to the room, so Ma Ning and An Zhiyuan, who were standing next to the bed, clearly saw the shadow on the ground, but they couldn't see An Zhicun standing at the door of the room.

Ningchuan is a separate room, Goubi and Yingying have a room, Chang Qing and Long Zhongying have a room, An Zhiyuan and Ma Ning have a room.

Four rooms, side by side.

Ma Ning and An Zhiyuan's room is the first room on the left.

"An Zhicun!"

An Zhiyuan shouted slowly, he knew that except for An Zhicun, no one else in the city would appear at the door of his hotel room in the middle of the night.

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

"An Zhiyuan!"

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

Two beds, only three or five meters away from the door of the room.

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

Ma Ning?

An Zhicun didn't pay attention to it at all!

If he is strong, he is stronger than An Zhiyuan's cultivation, how can he live in the same room with An Zhiyuan?

Since cultivation is not as strong as An Zhiyuan, why should you pay attention to it?

"An Zhicun, do you want to kill me quietly?"

An Zhiyuan sighed lightly, after so many years, he still knew An Zhicun very well.

"You're smart!"

An Zhicun held the sword in his hand and closed the door casually.

Since it was impossible to do it quietly, let An Zhiyuan be killed in his sleep.

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

"It's a pity!"

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

He and Ma Ning both have the Divine Talisman and the Body Strengthening Talisman in their hands, as long as they use the Divine Talisman and the Body Strengthening Talisman Talisman, beating An Zhicun is as easy as beating a three-year-old child!

If An Zhicun didn't rush to find him, and obediently waited for him to take Ning Chuan and them to the place where the An people lived, An Zhiyuan only needed his position as the head of the Anmen faction, the position of the patriarch of the An family, and the position of the head of the An family's martial arts hall.

will never hurt An Zhicun for half a point, and will not ask for An Zhicun's life!

And tonight, An Zhicun appeared in the hotel room.

How could An Zhiyuan let An Zhi live?

"yes, that's a pity!"

"There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and hell has no door to throw yourself!"

"It's not good to live well, why do you want to take people back to this city, why do you want to take advantage of the day when the An family worships their ancestors, and sneak into the An family martial arts hall!"

"Don't you know that this is the era of science and technology, and the Anjia Martial Arts Hall is full of monitoring probes?"

An Zhicun doesn't talk a lot, but likes this feeling.

Before torturing An Zhiyuan, he used words well to make An Zhiyuan feel hopeless.

At the beginning, he snatched the position of the head of the Anmen faction, the position of the patriarch of the An family, and the position of the head of the Anjia Martial Arts Hall from An Zhiyuan, but An Zhicun used a lot of dirty means.

Over the years, whether it is the Anmen faction, the An family, or the Anjia Martial Arts Hall, they have not taken half a step back, but they have not taken half a step forward.

An Zhicun believes that this is his own credit and his painstaking energy.

If An Zhiyuan is allowed to be the patriarch of the An family, the director of the An Family Martial Arts Pavilion, and the head of the An Men faction, I am afraid that the An Men faction, the An Family Martial Arts Pavilion, and the An family will have long since declined and disappeared into the long stream of time.

"Ma Ning, I don't need you to make a move, I'll deal with him myself!"

An Zhiyuan said lightly, he knew that Ma Ning was a little impatient, and wanted to use the Divine Talisman and the Body Strengthening Talisman to deal with An Zhicun!

Ma Ning sighed lightly, feeling that An Zhicun was too grinding, and that An Zhiyuan was too slow.

Everyone is holding a sword in the middle of the night and breaking into the hotel room, what are you doing with each other slowly and leisurely?

Directly use the Divine Talisman and the Body Strengthening Talisman to beat him!

An Zhiyuan spoke, what could Ma Ning do?

Ma Ning has only one choice, put away the Shenxing Talisman and the Body Strengthening Talisman Seal, and let An Zhiyuan solve it by himself!

"I haven't seen it in all these years, and my cultivation hasn't risen, but my tone has risen a lot!"

If An Zhicun hadn't felt that the ancient martial artist qi in An Zhiyuan's body was not as strong as the ancient martial artist qi in his body, An Zhicun would really have been frightened by An Zhiyuan's words.

Now?

An Zhicun just thinks that An Zhiyuan's cultivation has not changed, and he just wants to scare him!

"It's boring!"

An Zhiyuan shook his head, and suddenly felt that if he continued to talk to An Zhicun like this, the sky would be bright!

What is the purpose of bringing Ningchuan and them to this city?

Isn't it from An Zhicun's hands to regain his own position as the head of the Anjia Martial Arts Pavilion, the head of the Anmen faction, and the position of the patriarch of the An family?

Now An Zhicun, who snatched everything from him, is in front of him, what else is ink with him?

Fuck it!

As An Zhiyuan's voice fell, the Divine Talisman and the Body Strengthening Talisman that had already been taken out of his hand were used.

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

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

But in less than a second, or even half a second, An Zhiyuan disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of An Zhicun, frightening An Zhicun.

The sword in his hand was drawn, but it did not leave its scabbard.

An Zhiyuan pressed An Zhicun's wrist with his hand, so that An Zhicun couldn't draw his sword.

An Zhicun's eyes widened, and he felt a huge force coming from his wrist, suppressing himself to the death.

No matter how hard you use, you can't pull out the sword, and the sword can't leave the scabbard for half a minute!

An Zhicun couldn't believe it, he gave up drawing his sword and kicked An Zhiyuan's abdomen.

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

An Zhicun only heard the sound of bones breaking, and in an instant, the pain came from his ankle and swept through his body.

Following An Zhicun closely, he watched the sword in his hand come out of his hand and appear in An Zhiyuan's hand.

Obviously, I didn't see An Zhiyuan's two hands, why did the sword in his hand appear in An Zhiyuan's hand?

Is it the sword that confesses the Lord?

Or is An Zhiyuan's speed so fast that he can't see it?

Also, why is An Zhiyuan's strength so great?

Just by slashing the palm of your hand, your ankle bones were chopped apart?

There are too many questions, rising in An Zhicun's mind.

Before he could think through these questions, An Zhicun only felt a cold neck.

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