Fantasy Westward Journey: My Big Anchor System

Everyone was eagerly waiting for the arrival of Saturday. Sandao's competition with Feng Shao had obviously become the focus of attention from all over the world. Everyone wanted to know who would win the final victory in the clash between these two legendary figures.

Two and a half years old Xiao Heizi: Everyone, who do you think will win this time? Their current levels have reached 129. Although none of them have ascended, the overall strength of the team is not bad at all.

I still think that Feng Shao is stronger. After all, when Fantasy Westward Journey was still open, Feng Shao was already a well-known rich man. When he got the 19th and 20th level gems, even I was a little surprised. Fantasy Westward Journey is ultimately a game of money. If you have money, you can have very good hardware.

Mist and Flowers: I hope Sandao will win. I have heard of this name when I was a kid playing Fantasy Westward Journey. And I heard that Sandao is not rich now. I heard that he has made a lot of money in business these years.

Meng Wuhen: It doesn't really matter who wins, I'm just watching the fun. It doesn't really matter to us, but I'm a little surprised that the jackpot is so huge this time, a million, I've never heard of it before.

Two and a half years, Little Blackie: Actually, I have been paying attention to the Forbidden City, especially the two people who died with Feng Shao and San Dao. According to unreliable news, both of them wanted to be the number one in the district, and neither of them would give in, so they started fighting. Just like the Ao Shi family has challenged other elite teams in succession these days, just to prove that they are the number one family and the number one team.

Flowers in the Mist: Naive, you men are always so naive.

Meng Wuhen: Who said we were childish? Xiaofu, I noticed that you are a little fatter than in the last video.

Mist and Flowers: What did you say? How am I fat? I am not fat at all, okay? I lose weight every day and check my weight every day. I am not fat!

Meng Wuhen: Well, this is childish.

What can I do with you? This time, the jackpot alone has exceeded one million, and I don’t know how much has been bet on the outside. This time is even more popular than your last duel with Ao Shi Wangu. Countless people are watching this palace match. However, at present, it seems that there are still more people supporting Feng Shao.

Two and a Half Years Little Blackie: Even if I were you, I would still support Master Feng. After all, this guy is a well-known rich man, and is no worse than me.

Meng Wuhen: Have some shame? But I am more inclined to believe that Feng Shao can win, after all, Feng Shao not only has the hardware, but also the command. The commander of their team is the top commander in Fantasy Westward Journey. Although I still hope that Sandao can win, after all, he is still a legend, but the reality is still relatively cruel.

Flowers in the Mist: Humph, Feng Jun, tell me clearly, where am I fat?

Meng Wuhen: No, I was mistaken. You are not fat at all. You seem to have become more beautiful than last time, even more beautiful than any big star.

Flowers in the Smoke: Really?

There was an enthusiastic chat in the group, and many players of Fantasy Westward Journey were discussing this piece of news.

Precisely because this competition was too eye-catching, countless players bought peripheral bets at the first opportunity, and the huge amount of funds also attracted the attention of countless people.

Feng Jun did not care too much about the things happening outside. He has never been interested in these things.

Time passed slowly. During the past few days, Feng Jun was busy with various system tasks every day, broadcasting live while waiting for Saturday night to arrive.

Time passed like a white horse, and in a blink of an eye it was already Saturday. Feng Jun started the broadcast ten minutes earlier than usual.

As soon as the broadcast started, countless viewers flocked into the live broadcast room, and the number of online users in the live broadcast room was also climbing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few minutes, the number of people online had exceeded 100,000.

The little thief with nothing in his heart: Unlucky anchor, which side do you favor today? Tell me now. I won’t buy the side you favor. I’m just counting on you as a beacon.

I don't like beautiful women, I like rich women: You unlucky anchor, quickly switch the focus to the Forbidden City. I have been waiting for this competition. Today I will finally see the competition between the two top teams. I am putting it here today, Master Feng will definitely win, no matter who is in favor or against.

Love to Eat Big Tomato: I object, today San Dao Ling will definitely win, San Dao Ling is my idol, how could he lose? I play Fantasy Westward Journey because of San Dao Ling, and it is because of him that I chose the Tang Dynasty officialdom, which makes me no one wants to participate in activities now.

My sister's wicked smile: One million yuan in prize money, if we win, everyone can get a hundred thousand yuan, do rich people like to play like this now? If this is given to me, I can buy a lot of cosmetics.

Invincible is the loneliest: Feng Shao must win, after all, Feng Shao is still a rich man. The three swords ended when he took advantage of the early days of Fantasy Westward Journey to gain some fame. If it were now, it would be nothing.

Barrages of comments emerged like mushrooms after a rain, quickly filling the entire live broadcast room.

"Everyone, I don't support anyone today. I just maintain a neutral stance. I believe that many people are like me, just here to watch the show. The competition between the top teams is bound to be much more exciting than imagined. Everyone just needs to wait patiently for a while. Once the competition starts, we will enter the battle on the spot." Feng Jun said as he looked at the countless barrages flying across the live broadcast room.

Feng Jun did not express his position. After all, there were many gamblers in the live broadcast room, and some people were trying to use him as a beacon. If he lost, he would be criticized by others.

For Feng Jun, it doesn’t matter whether either side wins or loses.

After all, whether it was San Dao Mo or Feng Shao, they didn't have much friendship with him. At most, San Dao Mo came to his live broadcast room, chatted with him for a few words, and provided him with some resources.

As for who will win in the end, Feng Jun can actually accept it.

"Boss, which side's perspective are we going to see later? Do we want to see the perspective of the end of the three sword strikes, or do we want to see Master Feng's perspective? And what will their lineup look like?" Shen Lin'er asked Feng Jun while tilting her head.

"Either is fine. As for the lineup, how would I know? I'm not a god. But from my personal understanding, the fight should end with three sword strikes and be more violent. I'm not sure about Master Feng." Feng Jun said, scratching his head embarrassedly.