Fantasy Westward Journey: My Big Anchor System

As the saying goes, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. Feng Jun originally wondered if his luck would improve and if he could get some top-quality equipment.

As a result, the ideal is very good, but the reality is very skinny.

Feng Jun clicked the mouse continuously, and then the four cars of equipment, whether it was a helmet, shoes, necklace, or belt.

Feng Jun's face turned green when he saw the attributes of those pieces of equipment. Not only Feng Jun's face turned green, even Hua Wan, who had been staying in the live broadcast room, had a gloomy expression and wished he could find a place to hide.

It's embarrassing, too embarrassing. Among forty pieces of equipment, there is not a single blue word. It would be fine if there were no blue attributes, but what makes Feng Jun and Hua Wan even more depressed is that these equipments all have national standard attributes.

just. Huawan: Lao Feng, you are really good. People are right to call you a bad anchor. How is it possible that so many pieces of equipment have the same attributes as the national standard?

Before Feng Jun could say anything, he saw Hua Wan's comments floating in the live broadcast room.

After seeing Hua Wan's message, Feng Jun almost jumped up from his chair. Before he could even start a fight, Hua Wan outwitted him first.

"Property manager, please help me ban Hua Wan for three hundred and sixty-five days. No, three hundred and sixty-five years. This guy doesn't ship the things he made, but instead he blames me." Feng Jun yelled with a somewhat indignant look on his face.

Dreamy Xiaoqi: Hehe, leave this to me. I am the best at this. Huawan, what you created is really eye-catching.

just. Huawan: I can solve it myself. Lao Feng, your luck is really terrible.

"Get lost, ahem, Brother Sandao, the equipment has been appraised. Although the equipment of the four vehicles behind are all blank with national standard attributes, at least except for a weapon and a piece of armor, one of these two pieces of equipment is a physical artifact, and the other can be regarded as a magic weapon.

In fact, it's not a big loss overall, right? " Feng Jun said hurriedly without paying attention to Hua Wan and Xiao Qi.

"Well, that's enough. Having those two pieces of equipment is enough. I didn't have high expectations at first, but I didn't expect that you, Lao Feng, would give me such a big surprise." Sandao said happily after finishing.

"Of course, but why does this sound a bit weird to me?" Feng Jun scratched his head embarrassedly.

"It's all the same, in short, it's shipped." Sandao said with a chuckle.

After the three cuts, he did not stay in the live broadcast room. After chatting with Feng Jun for a while, he left the live broadcast room. But before leaving, he still gave Feng Jun ten Douyin No. 1s.

After sending away the three swords, Feng Jun got a few resources in succession and then went off the air in shame.

"Hey, I accepted forty resources today, but it seems that only three of them left with a smile after finishing the task. The others were either carried away by the stretcher team or sent to the rooftop." Feng Jun slumped on the sofa, scratching his head awkwardly.

"Boss, haven't you gotten used to it yet? You've sent away so many friends these days. Even when digging for ordinary treasure maps, you can still lose so much. I don't know whether to say your luck is good or bad.

With this levelless anger belt and the good and evil thunderbird with twelve skills, especially the thunderbird, how could it be possible for him to fight against thirty-eight beast scrolls and not get the reward for good and evil.

When it was bad, the national standard and white board could produce hundreds of pieces a day, the monsters were all sea turtles and wild, and the high-level treasure maps were all baby nests. Do you remember the last time a boss asked you to advance to level 110? You spent or but failed to advance, and finally the boss couldn't stand it and ran away first. "Shen Lin'er blinked her bright eyes and looked at Feng Jun and said.

Shen Lin'er felt that Feng Jun's luck was at two extremes. When his luck was good, it was incredible. But when his luck was bad, it was like stepping on dog shit. He was extremely unlucky.

"Hehe, give me some face. I am your boss after all." Feng Jun said to Shen Lin'er with a blank look.

"Hehe, boss, you don't care about these. Speaking of which, I really didn't expect that Three Swords to End would appear in the live broadcast room today. He was once the idol of many people. When I first came into contact with Fantasy Westward Journey, I always heard the boys in our class say Three Swords to End. If you don't end it, I will." Shen Lin'er said softly.

"Who isn't? Anyway, any player who plays Fantasy Westward Journey for a while will have heard of the name San Dao Tails. He is the idol of many Datang players. I used to like him very much, but he quit the game later.

I was a little surprised that he appeared in my live broadcast room this time.

However, the competition this time is much more intense than before, especially the Forbidden City server now, which is more chaotic than the former Northwest Shanxi. Several local tyrant teams in Fantasy Westward Journey are in the Forbidden City, including Brother Le who owns one city, Feng Shao who once owned the most valuable account in Fantasy Westward Journey, and the 1.5-meter-tall guy.

God knows who will be eliminated and who will survive in the end." Feng Jun said after a pause.

"Of course the one who is 1.5 meters tall will be eliminated. That guy is so hateful. He always makes things difficult for us." Shen Lin'er said indignantly, waving her fist.

"I hope so too. Never mind. It has nothing to do with us anyway. Let's go and eat." Feng Jun waved his hand and said.

"Boss, I just watched some videos and learned how to grill fish. How about I try it?" Shen Lin'er became excited when she talked about food.

"Try it? You will die if you try it. I dare not let you do it. It's safer to eat out. And I plan to hire a cook tomorrow." Feng Jun waved his hand and said when he thought of Shen Lin'er's cooking skills.

This woman has no talent at all when it comes to cooking.

If I really let him show off his cooking skills, I might even live a few years less.

"Auntie who cooks? Boss, I think we can ask Auntie Feng." Shen Lin'er immediately thought of Feng Jun's mother.

"My mother? Ahem, I think forget it. My mother's cooking skills are only slightly better than mine. Only my father can eat it with relish. Zishan and I can only say two words: disgust." Feng Jun waved his hand and said quickly.

At first, Feng Jun thought about letting his mother come and live in this small western-style building, but when he thought about his father who still had work to do and wanted the old couple to stay together, he gave up the idea.

After I make a little money in the future, I can either build a small Western-style house in the village for my parents to live in, or buy a small Western-style house in the city.

"Aren't you afraid that Aunt Feng will scold you?" Shen Lin'er said with her hand covering her mouth and chuckled.

"I'm telling the truth. Let's go and eat." Feng Jun waved his hand and said.