Fantasy Westward Journey: My Big Anchor System

Shen Lin'er felt that her luck seemed incredible. With just a flick of her little red hand, she directly identified two incredible double-blue-word swords, which were much better than those of her unlucky boss.

The appearance of two incredible double-blue weapons gave Shen Lin'er a little confidence. She clicked the mouse continuously, and truckloads of weapons were identified.

Shen Lin'er slowly moved the mouse, flipping through the weapons, and the attributes of each weapon appeared at the top of the screen.

The next forty weapons were really pretty good. There were very few weapons with national standard attributes. Sometimes, out of ten weapons, only two or three had national standard attributes. There was even a weapon with full hit rate and full damage.

Unfortunately, level 70 weapons still have a fatal flaw, which is that without simplification or top-notch special skills such as Crystal Clear Arhat, no matter how amazing their attributes are, they are of no use.

Even if it is full of attributes, without the special effect of simplicity, it is not much different from ordinary ring equipment. After all, not many people will stay at level 69. People will only stay at levels 89, 109, and .

The remaining forty weapons have all been identified, and barrages of comments are floating around in the live broadcast room, and many gifts are appearing in the room one after another.

The different treatments of the audience in the live broadcast room were vividly reflected at this moment.

When Feng Jun was here, the barrage of comments such as "Unlucky anchor", "Little black hand anchor", "son", etc. filled the entire live broadcast room. But now when Shen Lin'er is here, the barrage of comments such as "Beautiful anchor", "Little red hand anchor", "Pretty assistant", "Fairy sister" almost never stops.

What's worse, some of them even uttered cheesy love words in the live broadcast room, and the licking was so intense that even Feng Jun felt a little disgusted when he saw it.

"Damn it, it's so uncomfortable to be licked by these men. If I were here, I would just lock them up to death." Feng Jun said viciously, puffing on a cigarette.

At this moment, Shen Lin'er, who had just finished appraising five trucks of level 70 weapons, looked at the barrage of comments and gifts floating out of the live broadcast room, and hurriedly expressed her gratitude. Then she was stunned and didn't know what to do.

"Damn boss, stinky boss, have you fallen into a trap?" Shen Lin'er complained in her heart.

But Shen Lin'er had no idea that her boss had already dealt with the big thing and was sitting on the toilet watching her live broadcast with interest, puffing on a cigarette, with no intention of coming out at all.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Shen Lin'er could only bite the bullet and, following Feng Jun's example, directly sent out the QR code so that the next audience member in line could sign up.

Even with her first experience, Shen Lin'er was still a little nervous and uneasy, and she didn't become eloquent and proficient all of a sudden.

The audience who appeared this time prepared a lot of resources for refining monsters, in order to pursue a thunderbird with more than ten skills. Now that everyone's level has been improved, thunderbirds with multiple skills are no longer as difficult to appear as before.

Some players with a little money have started to carry Thunderbirds with eight or nine skills, and some rich players have even tried to attack Thunderbirds with page-turning abilities.

But at present, no one has been able to successfully sprint forward.

Faced with such a limited resource for monster refining, Shen Lin'er had no choice but to continue refining monsters while secretly criticizing Feng Jun in her heart.

It is obviously not easy to produce a thunderbird with more than ten skills, but after more than ten minutes, Shen Lin'er finally made a thunderbird with nine skills, but its qualifications were a little disappointing.

The continuous shipments completely aroused the enthusiasm of the audience. I don’t know who spread the news that the assistant in Feng Jun’s live broadcast room is very beautiful and has little red hands.

The number of online viewers in the live broadcast room, which had been declining, gradually climbed back to the 20,000 mark, and the number is still rising.

Shen Lin'er's lethality is still there. Being beautiful is sometimes a good thing. Even if Shen Lin'er doesn't broadcast Fantasy Westward Journey live, with her appearance and figure, she can still get by in the category of good-looking anchors.

It would be best if you could be less nervous.

But even so, in the eyes of many viewers, the hint of nervousness and panic on his face is more real.

Shen Lin'er really doubted whether her unlucky boss had really fallen into the toilet. More than half an hour had passed and he still hadn't come out.

Seeing that Feng Jun had not shown up yet, Shen Lin'er naturally had no choice but to bite the bullet and tinker with various resources to invite viewers one by one to the live broadcast room.

An hour later, Feng Jun came out of the toilet humming a little tune. When she saw Feng Jun appear, Shen Lin'er rolled her eyes at Feng Jun, quickly said something to the audience in the live broadcast room, and then made way.

She returned to her seat and drank milk tea, her beautiful eyes still flickering over Feng Jun's body. If looks could kill, Feng Jun would have died countless times.

Shen Lin'er left the live broadcast room. At this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room began to feel dissatisfied. They shouted for Feng Jun to leave and invited the real host of the live broadcast room to come up.

"Ahem, you can see that the assistant is still a little nervous. It's already pretty good that she can help broadcast for such a long time today. I'll do it next. After a few days, let the assistant get used to it, and then I'll ask her if she wants to make a cameo appearance.

Okay, everyone, let your handsome host help you with the resources next." Feng Jun said cheerfully, and naturally he would not be as nervous and flustered as Shen Lin'er.

After these days of live broadcasts, Feng Jun hasn't made much progress in other areas, but he has become much thicker-skinned.

After a few humorous jokes, Feng Jun began to ask the audience to scan the code and log into their game accounts one by one.

Resources began to be tinkered with, and the four big words "unlucky anchor" appeared one after another in the live broadcast room. One by one, the audience who were originally full of expectations were all lifted to the rooftop and left with regret.

The live broadcast lasted until one o'clock. Feng Jun felt so embarrassed that he closed his live broadcast room in a somewhat shameful manner.

He had to shut down the live broadcast. In just the past two or three hours, Feng Jun had no idea how much resources he had wasted. God only knew if those viewers who had been carried away would hack him to death through the Internet.