The young Taoist curled his lips and said, "What is there to talk about? This sword is used to suppress those monsters that are full of blood and energy and are causing trouble for the local area. It is an obstacle that was set up to prevent them from crossing the river or entering the sea. There is no need to expose this matter separately."

After hearing this, the people in the filming crew didn't show any reaction, but Nangong Manyun was very happy and spoke quickly.

"You all heard it, right? This is the inheritor of this ancient bridge. What he said is the most representative. He is also a local. If you don't believe the information I got, you should believe the secrets told by the locals. Don't think I am bragging."

The live broadcast room was silent for a few seconds!

Nangong Manyun immediately looked at the little Taoist priest again, wanting to get more information.

However, the young Taoist priest stared straight at Nangong Manyun and shook his head slightly.

"This is weird, this is really weird! There are a few more variables. You guys should leave quickly. This place is very unsafe. Go back quickly."

The young Taoist priest said this, pointing in the direction of the bridge head and quickly told these people to leave.

In fact, the young Taoist priest was very alert inside.

He was none other than the Taoist Zi Jin who had gone to the Tiandi Pawnshop to seek Zhang Fan's help.

But just yesterday, the dragon slayer who was guarding the bridge was ambushed by a monster in the water, breaking his spine and nearly dying here.

Fortunately, he arrived in time and saved the dragon slayer's life, but the bridge was unguarded and a great disaster would surely occur, so he stayed here, waiting for Zhang Fan to arrive.

But in just one day, Taoist Zi Jin discovered through fortune-telling that many things had changed.

First of all, there were the mountains and rivers. With the dragon slayer leaving, the deep water crack under the lake, which led directly to the underground river and had not been interrupted for hundreds of years, was blocked.

Then there is the man-made disaster!

More and more people came here, and the strong human energy attracted the dragon, which began to frantically struggle to break free from its restraints.

This place will soon turn into a battlefield. If Mr. Zhang Fan doesn't come, even he wouldn't dare to say that he can fight the dragon head on.

So if these people stay here, they will definitely die, it is extremely dangerous.

All we can rely on now is the broken sword on the bridge!

Under the bridge is hell on earth, hiding there is a ferocious beast called a mad dragon!

Taoist Zi Jin's expression changed slightly as he looked at a mountain range not far away where the dragon slayer was resting.

But his spine was broken, and there was no way to support him in the short term.

Could it be that today is the day when he will overcome his tribulation?

When the mind is moved.

Nangong Manyun moved closer: "Little Taoist priest, why don't you answer the question I asked you?"

Nangong Manyun's mind was a little confused. The little Taoist priest in front of him looked extraordinary. Perhaps he really knew some secrets.

But before Taoist Zi Jin could say anything more, suddenly, there was a noise coming from the other side of the bridge.

Even Zhang Fan was floating on the bridge, looking over there with a look of surprise.

"Nangong, Nangong, the most beautiful woman in the world, we finally caught up with you."

A group of people came in a mighty manner!

These people were holding filming tools, just like bandits scraping the ground, and they wanted to find every gap in the ancient bridge and start filming everywhere.

However, compared with the professional team led by Nangong Manyun, although these people are numerous, each one is an individual.

Although they look like a small group, their actions are not restricted by group rules and they are more free.

The person walking in front was a woman in her thirties who still had some charm. When she saw Nangong Manyun for the first time, her eyes immediately lit up. She came up to Nangong Manyun while shouting slogans!

Nangong Manyun was a little surprised. She turned her head and recognized the woman at a glance.

"Fan Mingyue? What are you doing here?"

Nangong Manyun frowned subconsciously!

In fact, a long time ago, when Nangong Manyun just became popular on the Internet, many people began to follow suit and imitate her in filming.

Some people followed the path that Nangong Manyun had taken and also started doing shady businesses under the banner of promoting traditional culture.

They not only filmed, but also came up with endless new tricks. Sometimes they would go to their fellow villagers' homes to steal things. Although they were paid in the end, they would do anything for the sake of publicity.

This has caused Nangong Manyun to have a lot of black fans. As for these internet celebrities and anchors, they don't care about Nangong Manyun's attitude at all. They completely treat Nangong Manyun as a tool. Wherever Nangong Manyun is, they will definitely rush there in two or three days.

Whatever Nangong Manyun did, they would do the same, and they had no shame in doing so. In order to attract attention, they used all kinds of means.

In order to get rid of these people, Nangong Manyun once spent a lot of money to shoot a documentary for himself, just to distinguish himself from these people.

He thought he could escape from the clutches of these people this time, but he didn't expect that although Nangong Manyun came by helicopter, she got the news earlier than him, and they happened to meet each other.

"Master Nangong, you don't look very well, but fortunately, you took us to visit another scenic spot. This is the magical bridge."

"I've heard this story before. Look, everyone, the sword hanging under the bridge is said to be hundreds of years old. It's definitely a real antique."

"Yes, there is a legend about this sword. It is said that it has killed a real dragon and can scare away evil spirits. It is definitely a weapon to ward off evil spirits. Whoever masters this sword will have good fortune and wealth in the future. It is definitely a magic weapon."

The people behind were talking at once, and all sorts of nonsense were put into it.

The woman named Fan Mingyue was even more outgoing. Although she was in her thirties, she insisted on calling Nangong Manyun her master.

As for the men behind him, their eyes were fixed on the sword hanging under the ancient bridge, and their eyes were shining.

"You think this sword can really bring good luck?"

"When has the anchor ever lied to you? This is of course true." A guy who claimed to be the anchor shouted, "This sword has been hanging here for hundreds of years, and has experienced wind, frost, rain and snow, but there is still no sign of rust. This definitely represents good luck. If you don't believe it, you can ask other people around me. Everyone has heard the story."

"That's right. I heard that whoever touches this sword will be the benefactor of those mountain spirits and wild monsters. Because after you take this sword, those mountain spirits and wild monsters who are practicing here can go to the sea to complete their final training. They will repay you in the future!"

"Yes, if you still don't believe me, as long as you give me five super rockets and two chicken years, I will risk my life, go down the chain, pick up this sword, and show it to everyone. What do you think?"