The time of day always disappears quickly.

It was as if nothing had been done, and the night came!

Ning Chuan and the others, who were staying at the hotel, were tired and tired all the way, but they did not relax and careless.

At the door of every room, wine glasses are hung.

As soon as someone breaks into the room, the moment the door is opened, the glass falls to the floor with a cracking sound.

can wake up Ning Chuan and the others who were asleep as soon as possible.

Anjia Martial Arts Hall, the person in charge of the surveillance screen, is carefully watching the surveillance screen.

Most of the time, it's fast-forwarding.

When Ning Chuan and his party appeared on the screen and entered the Anjia Martial Arts Hall, the picture was instantly stopped.

An Zizai frowned, and found that among Ning Chuan's group, there was a person who looked very familiar.

Where do you seem to have seen this person?

In memory, there is the appearance of this person.

It's just, why can't I remember who this person is?

A stranger broke into the Anjia Martial Arts Gym, which was a big deal.

An Zizi no longer thought about who the familiar person was, he picked up his mobile phone and called An Zhicun, the owner of the An Family Martial Arts Hall, the head of the An Sect, and the patriarch of the An family.

An Zhicun, who has not slept yet, is settling accounts.

The income and expenses of the An Family Martial Arts Pavilion, the income and expenses of the An Sect, and the income and expenses of the An family, all need to be cleared one by one.

This is what the head of the An family, the head of the An sect, and the owner of the An family martial arts hall must do after the An family worships their ancestors.

Three titles, hanging on An Zhicun's head.

The burden on his body is not light!

"Comfortable, what's wrong?"

The phone was connected, and An Zhi put down the bill in his hand.

The head swelled slightly, which was a short-term sequelae left after the reckoning.

"Pavilion master, I found in the surveillance video of the Anjia Martial Arts Pavilion that someone embedded in the Anjia Martial Arts Pavilion today while we were worshipping our ancestors!"

"They just walked around and looked around, as if they had found no one, and then left the Anjia Martial Arts Hall. ”

"I saw in the surveillance screen that there was a person who was very familiar, but I couldn't remember when I saw this person!"

An Zizai finished saying these words in one breath, for fear that if this breath was broken, these words would be incomplete.

The hurried words made An Zhicun's heart tighten.

Someone infiltrated the Anjia Martial Arts Hall?

And familiar faces at ease?

"You immediately send the surveillance footage to my phone!"

"Don't tell anyone else just yet, I'll make plans after I'm done!"

An Zhicun's tone was serious, and he was warning An Zizi not to make claims without authorization and leak the news that someone had infiltrated the An Family Martial Arts Hall.

"Yes, Pavilionmaster!"

Because in the An Jia Wu Pavilion, An Zizai naturally called An Zhicun the owner of the hall.

Leaving the Anjia Martial Arts Hall, if it is in the presence of the ancient warriors of the Anmen faction, calling An Zhicun is the head of An.

In the absence of the existence of the ancient warriors of the Anmen sect, in the place where the An family lived, An Zhiyuan was called the An patriarch.

An Zizai acted quickly, and after hanging up the phone, in less than three minutes, he intercepted the surveillance footage of Ning Chuan and his party entering the Anjia Martial Arts Hall and sent it to An Zhicun's mobile phone.

The surveillance footage was recorded, and Ning Chuan and his party appeared.

An Zhicun recognized it at a glance, An Zhiyuan!

"An Zhiyuan, I didn't expect you to dare to come back!"

An Zhicun's eyes were full of anger, and his cultivation was much higher than An Zhiyuan's.

When he won An Zhiyuan's position as the head of the Anmen faction, An Zhiyuan's position as the patriarch of the An family, and An Zhiyuan's position as the head of the An Family Martial Arts Pavilion, he let An Zhiyuan go.

Tell An Zhiyuan to get out of the city and leave the city.

In the future, no matter what happens, you are not allowed to return to the city.

Once An Zhicun was discovered and An Zhiyuan returned to the city, An Zhicun wanted An Zhiyuan's life.

After seeing An Zhiyuan sneaking into the Anjia Martial Arts Pavilion with people, An Zhicun's first reaction was that An Zhiyuan knew that on the day of worshipping his ancestors, no one would be in the Anjia Martial Arts Pavilion.

An Zhiyuan specially chose such a point in time to come to the Anjia Martial Arts Hall and return to this city, the purpose was naturally to snatch his position!

Since An Zhiyuan wants to find death, then fulfill him!

An Zhicun got up, restrained the anger in his eyes, and walked to the weapon rack he had placed.

On the weapon rack, a sword hangs.

This sword is the symbol of the owner of the An Family Martial Arts Hall, the patriarch of the An family, and the head of the An Sect!

Every owner of the An Family Martial Arts Pavilion, the patriarch of the An family, and the head of the An Sect have used this sword to kill the enemy!

I don't know how much enemy blood this sword is stained with.

The sword is cold and shining, and it is intimidating and intimidating to look at.

An Zhicun once used this sword to kill dozens of people.

Dozens of people are all ancient warriors, and their cultivation is not weak!

The sword was held in An Zhicun's hand, and the sword trembled slightly.

It seems that the sword has a sword soul, and it seems that An Zhicun is holding it, and it seems to mean something else.

An Zhicun's eyes were cold, and he felt that the sword was not the same as the emotion he had picked up before, and he had a feeling that was diametrically opposite.

This feeling made An Zhicun unable to figure it out.

With the sword in hand, An Zhicun has a murderous intention!

There is no need to let the disciples of the An Family Martial Arts Hall, the ancient warriors of the An Sect, and the clansmen of the An family investigate, where is An Zhiyuan now, and what is the origin of the people An Zhiyuan brought!

The city is so big, where can An Zhiyuan go when he comes back?

Definitely to the hotel!

An Zhicun took the sword and left the patriarch's room.

He wanted to take advantage of the night to kill An Zhiyuan silently.

Kill An Zhiyuan, An Zhiyuan has never appeared in this city.

As for An Zizai, he saw in the surveillance footage that the group of people who sneaked into the Anjia Martial Arts Pavilion were probably people who came to learn from the teacher, but they left disappointed when they saw that there was no one in the Anjia Martial Arts Pavilion.

The script has been written in An Zhicun's heart, and the next step is to develop according to the script.

At more than three o'clock in the morning, An Zhicun found the hotel where Ning Chuan and his party were staying.

The staff of the hotel who works the night shift knows An Zhicun.

Therefore, An Zhicun easily knew the hotel room number where An Zhiyuan lived.

An Zhicun stood at the door of the hotel room where An Zhiyuan lived, the sword in his hand was shaking, and he wanted to get out!

An Zhicun frowned, at this moment he realized that the sword in his hand was resisting him, and it seemed to be excited to find the master!

The room card appeared in An Zhicun's hand, An Zhicun didn't plan to kill An Zhiyuan in a big way, he wanted to kill An Zhiyuan quietly in his sleep.

The moment the doorknob was spun, the glass fell to the floor with a screeching sound of the glass shattering.

An Zhiyuan and Ma Ning, who were asleep, woke up instantly, and the two of them turned over from the bed at the same time and stood firmly beside the bed.

Neither of them took off their clothes and slept with their clothes on.

Neither An Zhiyuan nor Ma Ning turned on the bedside lamp, and the two quietly looked in the dark in the direction of the light coming in from the door of the room.