Ancestor, I was going through a tribulation, but I was accidentally exposed on the live broadcast!

Anwu's expression did not change, and he slowly stretched out a hand and caught the speeding fireball in his palm.

{! ! ! Incredible! The ancestor directly reached out and caught it? ? ｝

{...I'm sorry, I had a wrong understanding of the ancestor's strength. ｝

{I am also deeply introspecting. ｝

{Is that a prop? Is it true that if you hold fire in your hand like this, it won't hurt? ｝

{I also think it’s a prop. How could a real flame not go out for so long? ｝

The netizens in the live broadcast room were so shocked that they began to frantically refresh their screens, and the person who was even more shocked than them was Zhang Fan.

As the owner of the fireball, he knows the true power of this fireball better than anyone else.

"This, how is this possible? I am so hot with the three flavors!!!"

Zhang Fan's whole body was about to burst. He could understand Wang Kun's defeat before. After all, the gap between monks and ordinary people was not even a tiny bit.

But even he himself did not dare to touch these three flavors of true fire. This ancestor actually dared to put the fireball directly in his hand! !

This, this, has seriously exceeded his cognition.

Of course, Zhang Fan's practice over the years was not in vain, and he quickly realized it.

His eyes were as cold as ice, and there was anger in the corners of his eyes. After giving An Wu a fierce look, he kicked his feet hard and hit An Wu as fast as an arrow from a bow.

Only an afterimage was captured in front of the camera, and his movements could not be clearly seen at all.

{? ? ? Is this Taoist priest starting to show off? ｝

{Huh? My network card is broken? ? }

{Look, he appears! ! He actually appeared in front of the ancestor in one second! }

{I silently broke into a cold sweat for my ancestor. This Taoist priest has something. Just with this speed, I knelt down for him! }

{Be convinced, if no one is convinced, just submit to him! }

{The ancestor hasn’t taken action yet, why are you anxious? }

An Yan's feelings at the scene were more intuitive. She only felt a cold wind blowing past her face, which made her eyes well up with tears.

When she opened her eyes again, the Taoist priest had already arrived in front of the ancestor!

!!!

"Ancestor, little..."

Before she even uttered the word "heart", she saw her ancestor flicking his sleeve lightly.

The Taoist priest flew back even faster than when he came!

There was sudden silence in the live broadcast room.

After a while, the barrage popped up like crazy, so fast that An Yan couldn't even see what was written on it.

{Absolutely, that move just now was simply shocking, no one can compare with it, and it cannot be described in words! ! ! }

{? ? ? what happened? Am I the only one who didn't see what was going on? }

{The first floor is so amazing, have you seen everything? ? ? Why can't I see it? }

{He talks nonsense, can't see anything at all, and yet he talks in a decent way, liar! ! ! }

{…! I thought he really saw it! }

{Can’t see, can’t see! ! }

{Anchor, please come out and explain, what is going on now? }

{All I know is that the Taoist priest who boasted about flying to the sky really flew into the sky! ! }

Zhang Fan did a somersault in mid-air, kicked hard on the wall with his feet, held the sword in his hand, and shot straight towards Anwu.

The sharp sword light flashed, making An Yan tremble with fear.

The next moment, the tip of the sword stopped awkwardly three inches away from the tip of Anwu's nose, and then it could no longer move forward.

Anwu's two slender fingers were gently clamping the sword. He exerted a slight force, and the peach wood sword broke with a sound!

"Humph!"

A huge coercion came down on Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound, and his body flew directly out, hitting the wall heavily.

"Master!" Wang Kun hurried over and carefully helped Zhang Fan up.

Zhang Fan threw his hand away, and his face instantly darkened, as dark as the bottom of the pot on fire.

"Haha, for a moment, I underestimated you," Zhang Fan looked at An Wu coldly and slowly took something out of his arms.

The strength of the man in front of me is probably still above him. It seems that he can't survive without using that thing!

A small black ball was carefully held in his hand. Thin threads of thunder and lightning wrapped around the ball, making a crackling sound!

This is a life-saving artifact passed down to him by his master's master. It is said that it can withstand a full blow from a foundation-building monk.

He won't take it out unless absolutely necessary, but he is already ready to take action!

"Wang Kun, you guys retreat outside the door first." Zhang Fan said to his stupid apprentice in a deep voice.

He didn't know how powerful this thunder ball was, and he might not be able to protect him after a while!

"Okay, okay!"

Wang Kun obediently pulled Chen Jun up, and the two of them quickly hid behind the gate.

The two men showed their heads from behind the door, and Chen Jun didn't forget to put his cell phone up and point it at Zhang Fan!

The battle between the two directly confused the netizens in the live broadcast room.

{What is this going to do? Why did they both run out suddenly? ? }

{It seems that the Taoist priest told me, the thing in his hand is probably very powerful! }

{Oops, host, run away! Stop standing there stupidly! }

……

"Don't you know that monks are not allowed to attack mortals?" Seeing Zhang Fan take out the magic weapon, An Wu's eyes flashed with a hint of anger.

All monks must abide by this rule, otherwise if innocent lives are harmed, their practice will come to an end!

Now, there are still several mortals present here. Once his magic weapon comes out, even he himself may not be able to control it.

Zhang Fan sneered and did not answer his question, "This is my master's magic weapon. I don't believe you can still catch it!"

After saying that, he immediately threw the thunder ball in his hand in the direction of Anwu.

"boom!"

A loud noise sounded out of thin air, and at the moment of the explosion, a transparent barrier enveloped the thunder ball.

"Boom!"

Everyone can only see a huge mushroom cloud with countless lightnings rolling through the transparent barrier!

……

An Yan's little heart almost jumped out of her chest. What is this? Why does it look like an atomic bomb explosion? ?

"This is impossible!"

Seeing his master's magic weapon being suppressed by An Wu, Zhang Fan showed a ferocious expression!

He took out all the talismans in his arms at once and smashed them randomly!

A sharp look flashed in An Wu's eyes, and he slowly stretched out his hand, and a huge suction force swept out from the seam of his hand.

The strong wind suddenly rose, and the several spiritual talismans flying in all directions were directly rolled together, and fell lightly into An Wu's hands!

A storm that is about to begin is over before it falls!

Zhang Fan's eyes showed horror, and he turned around in panic and wanted to escape from here!

"Humph! Want to run?"

They saw a flash of white light, and Zhang Fan, who had just turned around, was instantly frozen in place!