Come and Take It If You Dare

"Master, An Yi hasn't come back for so long. Please go and help him," Shen Muxuan pleaded pitifully, shaking Mu Qingyi's arm.

Mu Qingyi replied gracefully, "That boy is more capable than you think. It won't be easy for those people to take him down."

"But there are so many of them, Master. Please help him," Shen Muxuan said, hugging Mu Qingyi's arm and blinking her big eyes at her.

Looking at her disciple's appearance, Mu Qingyi twitched the corner of her mouth.

Where did she learn to act coquettishly? But that pitiful look made Mu Qingyi feel that it would be a sin to refuse.

Mu Qingyi sighed and said, "Alright, then..."

"Stop! I'm back!"

The car door opened, and An Yi, in ragged clothes and looking dusty, rushed into the driver's seat.

"Why do you look like this? Are you hurt?"

Looking at the blood on An Yi's body, Shen Muxuan couldn't help but feel worried.

An Yi said calmly with a smile, "Don't worry. It's all other people's blood."

"Fighting and killing at a young age is not a good habit," Mu Qingyi said sarcastically.

"Give me the keys."

An Yi didn't bother to talk to her and reached his hand back. Shen Muxuan handed over the car keys.

Mu Qingyi frowned and said, "Why on earth are we getting into this iron box?"

The taxi suddenly started and rushed out of the parking lot at full speed, speeding on the road.

Mu Qingyi grabbed the handrail, looking pale, and said, "Why is this iron box moving? Make it go slower!"

She had never been in a car before, and experiencing this kind of vehicle for the first time made her feel dizzy!

An Yi raised his eyebrows and said wickedly, "Are you carsick? Then I'll drive slower."

As he said that, he stepped on the accelerator even harder.

Instead of staying on the main road, he turned directly into a winding alley.

Mu Qingyi could no longer maintain her elegance and poise. Holding on to the car handle, her face turned pale. The feeling of dizziness made her want to vomit.

It was even more uncomfortable than taking a teleportation formation!

Shen Muxuan quickly patted Mu Qingyi on the back and said, "It's okay, Master. We'll be there soon. By the way, An Yi, where are we going?"

"Go home first," An Yi said calmly.

After slashing that so - called King of Strength with his sword, the people at Yida Square had been intimidated by him.

None of them dared to come forward.

However, there were many people coveting the token, and it was estimated that the address of his rental house had already been exposed.

While driving erratically, An Yi opened the system panel.

The [Forgery] skill was only at lv1 now. He could forge things like tissues and water cups.

But the token of the Hongtian Secret Realm was grayed out.

"Upgrade the [Forgery] skill!"

An Yi allocated the accumulated evil power points and upgraded the [Forgery] skill all the way to lv3!

The token was no longer grayed out and showed that it could be forged.

An Yi grinned, showing a pleased smile.

Screech!

The taxi stopped at Chuanfang Supermarket.

"Ugh!"

Mu Qingyi opened the car door and staggered out, vomiting violently.

So even a fairy can look so embarrassed.

An Yi put away his pleased smile and quickly walked over to show concern. "Oh dear, are you okay? It's all my fault. I just bought this car and don't have much experience. If only I could have driven slower."

Mu Qingyi gave An Yi a murderous look.

Although she didn't understand how this iron box moved, she was sure that it was this boy's doing!

Shen Muxuan supported Mu Qingyi and said, "Master, do you still feel dizzy? I'll buy you some medicine."

"I'm fine. I feel much better," Mu Qingyi said with a pale face.

Buzz.

An Yi's phone rang.

"Hey, you little brat. What did you do? A lot of people have come to our place. There have been several waves of them!"

The angry voice of Aunt Zhou came through the phone.

An Yi's face darkened slightly. As expected, his home had probably been ransacked by those people.

"Aunt Zhou, are you okay?" An Yi asked.

Aunt Zhou said proudly, "Of course I'm okay. I've been in the world for forty years. I've seen all kinds of storms. As soon as I saw those people didn't look like good guys, I closed the shop door and ran away."

An Yi smiled. Aunt Zhou still had a strong sense of crisis.

"Then you hide first. It's not safe these days. Don't come back for now."

"You watch out and don't let them steal anything! The things in my shop are precious!"

"Don't worry!" An Yi said.

At this time, three or four people had surrounded them.

"So you're An Yi? You're quite arrogant!"

The bald - headed man with a fierce look on his face, leading three little minions, staggered over.

An Yi pretended to be scared and quickly stepped back, saying, "I, I'm warning you. Don't bully me. I jumped off a building at the beginning, and my brain isn't working well."

"Who are you trying to scare? As if anyone has a good brain!"

The bald warrior slapped his own forehead and said arrogantly, "Be smart and hand over the token."

Shen Muxuan beside him blinked her eyes.

It was always An Yi who bullied others. There was no way this guy would be so cowardly!

Mu Qingyi showed a look of disdain and said, "Good at pretending!"

Right here, An Yi took out the forged fake token but then thought better of it and put it away.

"No, these scoundrels are too weak. It would be too obvious if they snatched it."

Even Shen Muxuan couldn't stand it anymore.

"What? You little brat, don't want to hand it over, huh?"

The bald man with a fierce look on his face bared his disgusting yellow teeth and said, "Guys, beat him to death! It doesn't matter if he dies!"

"Oh, then I won't hold back."

An Yi said calmly as his figure appeared behind the two of them.

So fast!

Mu Qingyi was slightly surprised.

Thud!

The fierce bald man flew like a cannonball into the distant wall with a whoosh! His limbs were broken and his body was bloody and mangled!

The other three were stunned and knelt down in fear because their legs went weak.

Their boss was a martial artist close to the level of Ming Jin!

One kick and he was sent to the afterlife?

An Yi slowly retracted his foot, looking calm and composed, and scanned the surroundings.

Come out, all of you! You've come from so far away. As the host, it seems I, An Yi, must give you a warm reception.

An Yi said menacingly as a clear and cold long sword appeared in his hand. His eyes were cold and sharp, and he exuded an air of domineering!

Whoosh!

A full seventy or eighty people swarmed in from all directions!

An Yi:

Well, with so many people, how about a buffet? An Yi said with a smile.

Stop pretending! Hand over the tokens and we'll spare your life!

At the front, a middle - aged man wearing sunglasses and beach shorts said arrogantly.

The others also stared at An Yi menacingly.

Now that the opening of the Hongtian Secret Realm was imminent, the tokens were the tickets to get in!

This guy had two of them in his hand!

An Yi glanced around.

In terms of momentum, there were a few guys who were very strong. If it really came to a fight, he might not be able to take on this whole group.

So, he took out two black tokens from his pocket!

In an instant!

It was like a pot had exploded. Everyone got excited.

They were indeed the tokens of the Hongtian Secret Realm!

That's right. There are red dots showing on my device!

An Yi grabbed the tokens, slung the magic sword over his shoulder, and said arrogantly.

The things are right here. If you have the guts, come and take them!

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