At first, Xu Haoran had thought that the person lying inside the coffin was a human being.
It was only when the other party caught the golden iron rod smashed down by the young monk with just one hand.
Only then did Xu Haoran's eyes widen in astonishment.
The little monk was wielding the iron rod with the sound of Huohuo wind.
It looked as if the rod could shatter a stone with a single blow.
And this pretty girl in front of him was able to catch it with one hand.
It was evident how strong she was.
Xu Haoran hurriedly filmed this image.
For a moment, the entire live broadcast room went crazy.
Everyone was nodding their approval while also making various comments.
All of them thought that this was a movie being made.
Tifa was also unusually excited as she stared at the girl in the coffin.
She said to Xu Muqing who was beside her, "Sister-in-law, look!"
"This must be the female vampire on your side, right?"
Just as Tifa's words fell, the girl in the shirt suddenly let out a very strange grunt.
The sound sounded like a wild animal roaring.
And when she opened her mouth, her teeth all looked very sharp.
It was really just like what Tifa had said, very similar to a vampire.
Xu Muqing couldn't help but be shocked when she saw it, and she hurriedly grabbed Li Hang's arm tightly with both hands and said to him.
"What is this? Why did she turn into this?"
Li Hang used his own broad palm to cover the back of Xu Muqing's hand and reassured her with a smile, "It's alright."
"Just think of it as watching a movie today."
"It's just that this live movie is more realistic."
As Li Hang said this, he was already looking around.
He found that there were several old people standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall at this moment.
One of them was the one he had met when he had entered the village just now.
Several of the old men had a look of panic on their faces.
It was obvious that they seemed to have expected this to happen from the very beginning.
The young monk and the shirt girl were fighting hard.
When the young monk's iron rod hit the shirt girl, it would make a dang-dang sound.
It sounded as if he was not hitting a person but a lump of iron.
The young monk used the simplest and most direct means.
The tool he used to subdue the demon was the vajra in his hand!
Unfortunately, this kind of thing didn't seem to be very effective against the shirt girl.
Although the young monk's martial arts skills were not weak, his body, however, was still just that of a young boy of fourteen or fifteen.
In terms of physical strength he had fallen a long way behind, and soon, he was sweating and panting.
"Demon, I didn't expect your Dao to be so deep."
As he spoke, the young monk began to recite the sutra.
He recited the sutra so quickly that it sounded more like he was singing a song.
Moreover, the images that arose next caused Xu Haoran at the side to look at them in a different light.
In Xu Haoran's eyes, the golden iron rod in the young monk's hand actually emitted an intense light.
But the peculiar thing was that although the mobile phone was also filming at the same time.
However, through the phone screen, it was impossible to see the glowing iron rod.
Xu Haoran's fans, therefore, just saw the little monk chanting sutras.
There was no vision of this iron rod in his hand.
"Demons suffer death!"
The little monk waved the stick in his hand that emitted a golden glow.
When he was about to smash down on the shirt girl with the stick at his head.
This shirt girl actually felt scared.
She quickly crouched down and turned into a streaking shadow as she rushed straight towards Xu Haoran.