"Oh my god, is this bridge going to collapse?"
The members of the camera crew screamed.
What bad luck.
They had just stepped onto the bridge when it was about to collapse.
No wonder the little Taoist priest didn’t let them get close, it turned out there was real danger.
Nangong Manyun, who was in front, unfortunately missed the thrilling scene happening right under his nose.
Because of the huge force stirring at the bottom of the water, dozens of tons of water hit the stone bridge, the water mist swirled, and the exploding water droplets hit people and made them feel painful all over.
Nangong Manyun closed her eyes subconsciously.
It was at this very critical moment, in that fleeting mist.
A pair of blood-red eyes stared at the people on the bridge from the bottom of the water. The huge monster wanted to pass through the bridge.
And I was attracted by the warmth of the crowd on the bridge.
There is no doubt that this must be a big demon that brings disaster to the local area.
However, this monster wanted to break out of the water and stir the water to form a whirlpool, but it was easily suppressed by the bright light emitted by the broken sword.
This broken sword burst out with a very strong sword energy, which did not spread in all directions, but pointed directly to the bottom of the water. Over the past few hundred years, the sharpness of the sword has not been completely worn away.
It can also be found that where the tip of the broken sword is hanging down towards the water surface, the water below is also surging, but the water under the bridge is as calm as an ancient well without any ripples at all.
Only Zhang Fan could see this magical scene.
He also saw clearly the full appearance of the underwater monster.
"This should be a Jiao snake that can already be called a Qiu."
Although this monster only appeared briefly, some special physical features could reveal his identity.
It has a pair of sharp horns and its body is covered with gray-red scales. A cruel and tyrannical aura emanates from its hundreds-meter-long body all the time, crushing all life underwater to death by this powerful aura.
Once this kind of monster appears in the world, it will be more difficult to deal with than a natural disaster in the current environment.
However, he was shocked by such a broken sword. It can be said that one thing can defeat another. The dragon slayer in ancient times had quite special methods.
"Somehow, it's not yet time for me to take action."
Originally, Zhang Fan wanted to kill this monster without anyone noticing.
But he sensed something was wrong. There was an invisible red aura permeating the water. On the bridgehead not far away, several people were very conspicuous. They were absorbing the red aura, as if it was their destiny to die here today.
This is the cycle of nature, reincarnation.
Zhang Fan can save him, but there is no need. He only needs to ensure that the bloodline of the Dragon Slayer does not disappear completely, which will be considered the most he can do for the ancient heritage of this world.
Sitting quietly on the flying carpet, he watched with great interest everything that was about to happen. The fate of some people, like a passing show, flashed past his eyes and became a bubble in the long river of time.
Compared to his calmness and composure.
The audience in the live broadcast room were frightened by the sudden accident.
"What happened? Why is the screen black?"
"There seems to be a dark shadow flashing across the screen. Where is Nangong Manyun? I hope she won't be swept under the bridge by the turbulent water."
"Nangong Manyun has stepped back, so nothing should happen."
Nangong Manyun huddled at the bottom of the stone bridge railing, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her clothes were soaked by the waves, and her arm was accidentally hit by a stream of water that was like a pebble. Half of her arm was numb and painful, and she would probably see the bruise if she lifted her sleeve.
Nangong dodged quickly, but he was already in such a mess, not to mention the people in the filming crew. The lenses in the hands of two of them were pierced by the waves. The power of this made many people scared.
"Don't panic, everyone. When encountering emergencies, we must be more professional. We are broadcasting for millions of viewers, so we must not let anything go wrong."
The camera crew manager arrived late and shouted at the frightened photographers to re-set up the camera.
He came to Nangong Manyun's side and saw that Nangong Manyun was frightened and pale. He couldn't help but ask worriedly: "Nangong Manyun, are you okay? You didn't see what happened just now?"
The photographers took the opportunity to pose for photos. At this time, Nangong Maiyun's clothes were wet, revealing her slender body curves.
These photographers didn’t care whether Nangong Manyun was willing or not. This was a very good opportunity to take a picture, and they couldn’t wait to put the camera close to Nangong Manyun’s face.
"Stop filming. Hey, Miss Nangong, put on this coat quickly."
Nangong Manyun's assistant blocked several cameras, took off his shirt and put it on Nangong Manyun to avoid exposure.
Nangong Manyun came back to his senses and looked around.
The person in charge continued to ask: "What did you see just now? What happened?"
Nangong Manyun looked embarrassed and a little awkward.
When the waves came just now, I was so scared that I immediately closed my eyes. How could I see anything?
"I didn't see anything, but the phenomenon just now should be a very rare dragon spraying water. This phenomenon only occurs in some places with dense rock formations and must be under the innate conditions of a lake with extremely high pressure for such a wonder to occur."
As expected of a top anchor, even though what happened just now was very confusing, Nangong Manyun was still able to smooth it over.
This made the person in charge breathe a sigh of relief, and he stepped behind the crowd and began to direct the filming again.
Nangong Manyun stood up and looked around, naturally looking for the little Taoist priest.
If the little Taoist priest hadn't reminded them, they might have all been swept off the bridge.
"You guys, what are you doing here? This place is not for ordinary people to come."
The little Taoist priest with a fingerprint between his eyebrows walked up to the camera and looked Nangong Manyun up and down, with a hint of surprise on his childish face.
Seeing that the little Taoist priest's eyes were filled with doubt and disgust when he looked at her, Nangong Manyun instinctively felt a little flustered.
However, the viewers in the live broadcast room immediately became excited when they saw the appearance of this little Taoist priest.
"There is such a handsome little Taoist priest in this deep forest. What is that purple line between his eyebrows? Is it a birthmark?"
“Is this the inheritor of the ancient bridge? He looks like a capable person. Let him tell us the story about this bridge!”
Nangong Manyun's idea coincided with that of many netizens, and she immediately asked with a gentle smile.
"Little brother, I am a full-time host of the program "Exploring Folk Historic Sites and Promoting Classical Culture". We have been searching for ancient sites and found this special bridge. There is a sword hanging under the bridge. Can you tell me the story of this sword?"
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