Fantasy Westward Journey: My Big Anchor System

The birth of the Xumi eight-wheeled chariot Di Ting was like a blockbuster bomb dropped into the world of Fantasy Westward Journey, instantly causing a huge wave and completely detonating the entire gaming circle.

At once, everyone knew that Feng Jun had successfully created such an incredible Di Ting for a wealthy man in the live broadcast room.

The news spread quickly as if it had wings. Countless players could not contain their curiosity and excitement and rushed into Feng Jun's live broadcast room as soon as possible.

In an instant, the number of online viewers in Feng Jun's live broadcast room increased sharply. The numbers jumped so fast that it was hard to keep up, and soon broke through the one million mark. The dense barrage of comments in the live broadcast room kept rolling like snowflakes, and it was very lively.

This Sumeru eight-wheeled chariot Di Ting naturally became the focus of countless people's attention.

As soon as many viewers entered Feng Jun's live broadcast room, their eyes were attracted by the Sumeru Mantra Eight-wheeled Chariot Di Ting on the screen, and they were instantly shocked by its power.

Not only ordinary players, but also top players of Fantasy Westward Journey have appeared in the live broadcast room one after another.

At this moment, all of these top players were full of various ideas about this eight-wheeled vehicle.

In fact, even Feng Jun himself, when he saw the perfect skill combination of this Di Ting, couldn't help but feel a little envious and coveted it.

However, Feng Jun knew better than anyone that this Di Ting was an invaluable treasure to the rich and powerful lover, so it was impossible for him to sell it. At least at this stage, he had no such idea at all.

"This Di Ting is too powerful. It has four major spells plus three minor spells as well as ancient talismans and Sumeru Mantra. Add to that the five skills of Explosive Wave Magic Agility. It's really perfect." Feng Jun carefully looked at the skill panel of Di Ting, smacking his lips, his tone full of amazement.

"Old Feng, you are really awesome. You really beat this Di Ting. Now this Di Ting should be the most expensive summoned beast in Fantasy Westward Journey." The voice of the rich and romantic came from the microphone, with unconcealable joy.

After all, the Di Ting, which he had spent a lot of effort to create, underwent a perfect transformation in Feng Jun's hands.

"Well, it should be about the same. At least for now, there is no other Di Ting that can compare with it." Feng Jun nodded slightly and responded vaguely.

In fact, in his heart, if he had to judge which Di Ting was the strongest, he still felt that the six-wheeled Di Ting on his body was better.

Although the Di Ting on Feng Jun's body has two fewer wheels than this eight-wheeled one, it is better in terms of qualifications.

Moreover, after careful calculations, he found that his six-wheeled Di Ting had two more powerful skills, Advanced Will and Dragon Soul. The total amount of damage it could unleash in actual combat was actually higher than that of the eight-wheeled Di Ting.

However, he did not express all these thoughts out loud. After all, the successful creation of the eight-wheeled Di Ting was the focus of everyone's attention at the moment.

"Okay, Lao Feng, how is it? My account should have exceeded 100 million, right?" The rich and romantic man did not forget the original intention of this interaction on the microphone. What he wanted most was to challenge the first Tianyuan account in Fantasy Westward Journey to exceed 100 million.

"It has truly exceeded 100 million, Boss Qingzhong. The hardware and summoned beasts you have are currently the best in Fantasy Westward Journey. Especially those equipment and the Di Ting in front of you, they are almost unique." Feng Jun nodded vigorously, not sparing his praise.

Among the many Tianyuan accounts that Feng Jun has seen, the account of Shenhao Qingzhong is indeed the top level.

If I think about it carefully, perhaps only the account I created with the help of the system is qualified to compete with it.

But the difference is that I relied on the power of the system, while the rich man in front of me relied entirely on real money to buy all this top-notch hardware and summoned beasts. This kind of financial resources is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The live broadcast room was bustling with activity for a long time, with the audience discussing heatedly the amazing account of Shenhao Qingzhong and the Sumeru Eight-Wheeled Chariot Di Ting that Feng Jun had successfully created.

The screen was filled with barrages of comments that kept scrolling and gift effects flashing continuously. The entire live broadcast room seemed to have turned into a grand carnival party.

It was not until Shenhao Qingzhong said goodbye to everyone and left the live broadcast room that the noise gradually died down and the heat slowly dissipated.

In just the short live broadcast period just now, Feng Jun received so many gifts that he couldn't even count them. Various small gifts came like snowflakes, and the 200 carnivals given by the super rich Shenhao Qingzhong were particularly eye-catching, directly breaking the cognitive limit of many viewers on the amount of reward.

"Okay, okay, let's go, the room is open, the password is 321." Feng Jun watched the live broadcast room gradually return to calm, and said to the audience with a grin.

After saying that, Feng Jun once again turned his gaze to the screen, intending to relax with his fellow viewers.

As the familiar and energetic classic music of KartRider sounded in the live broadcast room, Feng Jun began to play this game, which has been forgotten by many people, with his friends in the live broadcast room.

Time passed quietly, and before I knew it, it was two o'clock in the morning.

At this time, Feng Jun also ended his long live broadcast.

Feng Jun turned around, gently hugged Shen Lin'er's slender waist, and said softly: "Lin'er, if you are sleepy, go to bed first. I will play for a while and then go to bed after that."

"I'm not sleepy. Can I accompany you?" Shen Lin'er raised her head, a gentle smile appeared on her face, and she responded softly.

Although she tried hard to appear energetic, if you looked closely at her eyes, you could still see a hint of fatigue that was difficult to conceal.

"She's still holding on. If a woman stays up too late, her skin will become sallow, and she will have dark circles and freckles." Feng Jun looked at Shen Lin'er and said with a smile.

"Humph, no way. It's the same for you men if you stay up late. You will also become bald." After hearing what Feng Jun said, Shen Lin'er retorted coquettishly, puffing up her cheeks in pretending to be angry.

"I have a lot of hair, and there is no bald person in my family. Hey, come on, how about I carry you to sleep?" Feng Jun looked at Shen Lin'er's appearance and couldn't help but chuckled. After saying that, he pretended to pick up Shen Lin'er from the chair.

"Ah, I don't want to. Bingbing is still at home. It would be bad if Bingbing saw it." Shen Lin'er didn't expect Feng Jun to suddenly use this trick. She broke free from Feng Jun's arms in an instant, rolled her beautiful eyes at Feng Jun, and said coquettishly.

After saying that, she left the live studio in a panic like a frightened rabbit, and walked upstairs with brisk steps, with a hint of shyness and cuteness in her back.