Thousands of ancient warriors of the Anjia sect stood below An Zhiyuan.

An Zhiyuan's face was expressionless, and he glanced at the ancient warrior of the Anmen sect standing in front of him.

All the ancient martial artists of the Anmen Sect who were swept by An Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly became nervous.

An Zhiyuan slowly stood up, holding his sword.

An Zhiyuan suddenly said angrily: "The grievances between the Anmen faction and the down-and-out sect, who dares to stand up and tell what is going on!"

The ancient warriors of the Anmen faction were suddenly shocked, and they realized that An Zhiyuan should know the truth about the grievances between the Anmen faction and the Luoluo Sect.

They originally wanted to take advantage of this incident to make An Zhiyuan give up and move to the Northern Underworld with the ancient warriors of the Anmen Sect and sit in the villa area.

If An Zhiyuan knew the truth about the grievances between the Anmen faction and the Luoluomen?

The rest of the matter, the ancient warriors of the Anmen sect, did not dare to think about it further.

"Anton, you say!"

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

Anton took a step forward tremblingly, he lowered his head, not daring to look at An Zhiyuan.

Ning Chuan clasped his hands in front of his chest and shook his head in disappointment.

The dog nose recognized An Zhiyuan, because she knew that whether it was a sect or a family, everything needed a process, a process of asking for accountability.

And Ning Chuan didn't approve of An Zhiyuan's actions, and if he were him, he would directly explain the ins and outs of this matter and tell the truth clearly.

The truth is in front of everyone, and it is up to everyone to see how they quibble.

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

He will not stand up immediately and stop An Zhiyuan.

Ning Chuan was waiting, waiting for An Zhiyuan's results.

An Zhiyuan's handling result, once Ning Chuan is unsatisfactory, Ning Chuan will directly attack and kill the ancient warriors of the Anmen faction who stir up right and wrong.

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

"Head, I don't know the ins and outs of the grievances between the Anmen faction and Luoluo Mountain!"

"But, I know that Luoluo Mountain killed dozens of ancient warriors of the Anmen faction, this is a deep feud in the sea of blood, and the ancient warriors of the Anmen faction will never forget!"

"I hope the head of the house, lead us, go to Luoluo Mountain, and take revenge!"

Anton slowly raised his head, mustered up the courage, and said this.

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

An Zhiyuan snorted coldly, angry to the extreme.

The sound of 'choking~' is the sound of the sword being drawn.

Anton stood still, letting An Zhiyuan hold the sword against his neck.

"Boss, think twice!"

An ancient warrior of the Anmen sect exclaimed.

An Zhiyuan's face sank, and he inadvertently looked in the direction of Ning Chuan, who was standing on the side.

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 Ningchuan.

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

Why are you dissatisfied with the head of your own house, and you want to look at the face of the young man standing not far away?

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

Why, the head of the house wants to draw his sword against Anton.

A series of whys, so that the dissatisfaction in the hearts of the ancient warriors of the Anmen sect gradually reached the top and was about to overflow.

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

Anton began to bleed from his neck, and his eyes widened with horror.

An Zhiyuan really dared to hurt him?

Could it be that the head of the family has a murderous intent!

Anton didn't dare to think about it anymore, he was afraid that thinking about what was going on below would turn out to be the real thing!

"You say, or don't say!"

An Zhiyuan's face gradually became hideous, and he knew that this was his last chance.

If Anton doesn't tell the truth, then Ning Chuan will definitely make a move.

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

How many people will be killed or injured by the ancient warriors of the Anmen Sect before Ning Chuan will stop, An Zhiyuan doesn't know!

Anton gritted his teeth and said stubbornly: "Master, what do you want me to say, I just say anything, why bother?"

"Yes, great!"

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

"Ning Chuan, it's me who is incompetent!"

"Ancient warriors of the Anmen Sect, you can deal with it as you want!"

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

Whether Ning Chuan was disappointed or not was more important than what the ancient warriors of the Anmen Sect were thinking in their hearts.

An Zhiyuan cares about Ning Chuan and wants to follow Ning Chuan all the time.

"The Anmen faction has always been 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!"

"The ancient warriors of the Anmen faction, can they deal with the Luoluo Gate?"

"The Anmen faction, the An family, and the Anjia Martial Arts Pavilion, it doesn't matter if they move to the Northern Underworld City or not!"

Ning Chuan sighed lightly, he changed his mind.

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

I don't know if it's the luck of the ancient warriors of the Anmen faction, or the misfortune of the ancient warriors of the Anmen faction?

Everything will only be known later.

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

At this moment, An Zhiyuan was struggling inside.

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

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

Choose whether to stay in this city and continue to be the head of the Anmen faction, the patriarch of the An family, and the owner of the Anjia Martial Arts Pavilion, or follow Ning Chuan back to the Northern Underworld City and continue to live and die for Ning Chuan?

An Zhiyuan's eyes were moist, he was unwilling.

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

I've taken back everything that belongs to me, do you want to let it go?

The most terrible thing is not to lose everything, but to get everything back, but to give it up with your own hands.

An Zhiyuan currently doesn't know if he can do it.

But An Zhiyuan knew that if he made the wrong choice, he would spend his life in remorse.

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

Ning Chuan winked at the dog's nose and prepared to leave the Anjia Ancestral Temple.

The ancient warriors of the Qian'anmen sect blocked the way of Ning Chuan and Goubi.

Looking at their appearance and posture, it seems that they want to leave Ning Chuan and Goubi, two outsiders in the Anjia Ancestral Temple!

An Zhiyuan was struggling, his head was in a mess, and he didn't notice the eyes of the ancient warriors of the Anmen faction and the movements that silently blocked Ning Chuan and the dog's nose.

At this moment, it is as if a fuse is burning.

As long as the time is up, the fuse will ignite the ammunition in an instant, and the explosion will sweep through the entire Anjia Ancestral Temple!

The dog's nose shook its head and muttered, "You can't live if you do your own evil!"

Ning Chuan's wrist flipped, and a dagger appeared.

The dagger shot out from Ning Chuan's hand, hitting Anton's eyebrows!