One Hundred and Twenty One: Please Call Me Ouhuang

Master Liaochen nodded, "The little benefactor has quite a spiritual root, that's exactly what he means."

That is to say, but the Ziwei imperial aura on the person in front of him is indeed the strongest that the old monk has ever seen in his life.

Hearing what he said, Jiang Pengji felt more at ease.

Thinking about it the other way around, in fact, this so-called Ziwei Emperor Qi is useless at all.

Whether it is strong or light, it is people who affect it, not it.

No matter how rich it is, it can't turn a drunken rotten wood into a wise gentleman, and no matter how weak it is, it can't turn a wise gentleman into a sneaky villain. The relationship between "Ziwei Emperor Qi" and "people" should be that the latter determines the intensity of the former, not the other way around.

"Little benefactor is worried that someone will see through this point, so it will be bad for you?" Master Liaochen smiled suddenly, "If so, little benefactor can rest assured, but anyone who can have such a vision is either indifferent or indifferent. A hermit who lives alone."

No matter what kind of person they are, they will not easily get involved in changes in the world.

The general trend of the world, the long-term unity must be divided, and the long-term division must be united.

This is an inevitable process that cannot be controlled by a little manpower.

More importantly, speaking of arrogance, there are no more people in the five kingdoms of the world who can reach his level!

After a calculation, there are six prefectures and twenty-one counties in Dongqing alone. The land area of ​​the other four countries is not small. In addition to the vast alien territory, no one knows how vast this world is, such a vast territory, How small is the probability of meeting so many people?

Even if a blind cat encounters a dead mouse, it won't happen to encounter four or five of them one after another, right?

If you do come across it, please allow me to be sad.

Going down the mountain was much faster than going up the mountain, the wooden clogs under Jiang Pengji's feet were so fast that they almost flew up, and soon they came to the foot of the mountain where the Shangfo Temple was located.

"Okay, now you can draw the box."

Jiang Pengji got into the carriage, and the coachman skillfully raised the whip and steered the horse back.

The system complained about its incompetence, "I really don't want to admit that you are the host, I ran all this way just to see today's fortune."

No matter how much the system complained, Jiang Pengji did not move like a mountain, opened the backstage of the system mailbox, and clicked on the small golden box placed inside the envelope. Press the OK button with your fingers, and the box suddenly shattered, floating in mid-air one after another, and then slowly solidified.

When the golden light faded away, a golden card the size of a playing card appeared in front of her.

system:"……"

Nima, didn't you say that the drop rate of level-up cards is very low?

Jiang Pengji raised her hand to receive the level promotion card, with a faint smile on her lips, she was not at all surprised by the result of the lottery draw.

"Look, what did I say, it's red enough."

The system, which was already a useless fish, said weakly, "Give tea to Mr. Ouhuang!"

Jiang Pengji couldn't help laughing, she held the level-up card in her hand between her two fingers, and with a little force on her knuckles, a selection item jumped in front of her eyes.

[The little angel system warmly reminds you that the host is currently a first-level anchor, and after using the card, it will be directly promoted to second-level, and the number of people online in the live broadcast room will expand to 10,000. Are you sure you want to use the "Level Up Card"? a, yes; b, no]

Do you even need to think about it?

Anyway, it was a card drawn for free, so there was no need for it, so Jiang Pengji opened a without saying a word.

There was a clear rustling sound in my mind, and the edge of the closed virtual live broadcast screen exuded a faint golden color, and then fell silent again.

[System announcement, warmly congratulate the host Jiang Pengji for being officially promoted to level 2 anchor, and the upper limit of the live broadcast room has been extended to 10,000 people. 】

Clusters of fireworks exploded on the virtual screen, and the original simple and plain live broadcast interface had some light-colored patterns, which was much better than the previous clean state. Jiang Pengji glanced at the upper limit, and sure enough, it has become 10,000 people.

"System, start the live broadcast!"

Jiang Pengji issued an order, and the system responded immediately. The live broadcast just started, and a crowd of viewers flooded into the live broadcast room.

[Deduce everything]: I was so scared to death, I thought the host would not broadcast live today, why is it so late today? Fortunately I had the foresight,

Hang up and queue up long in advance, otherwise you won't be able to squeeze in at all. Is this the anchor himself? Much better than the video.

More importantly, this anchor is highly recognizable.

The picture quality is absolutely high-definition, and the anchor himself has a pure natural face, without spotlight beautification, no special effects for beautifying the facial features, no flat thick unlined eyebrows, and no sharp chin, Or a face with weird proportions...

A clear stream in the live broadcast world.

Ma Ma no longer has to worry about the aggravation of the baby's face blindness_(:з)∠)_

[One Night Chrysanthemum Remnant]: I heard that the anchor went live to the brothel yesterday, and I was heartbroken. The baby didn't squeeze in until the end, so I had to go to Du Niang Tie Bar to watch the recorded video of the live broadcast. I watched it with great interest. The more I watched, the more I regretted not watching .

[Coke Le Yi Le]: Why do I feel that the number of bullet screens today is much more than before, you mourners, your hand speed is too fast.

When viewers enter the live broadcast room, they usually don't look at the number of people in the live broadcast room, but the number of barrage on the screen is a bit abnormal.

[Ninety-nine eighty-one]: Shocked! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Am I wrong? Why are there 10,000 people?

Jiang Pengji's live broadcast room is also somewhat famous in that plane, and it spreads in a small area and attracts more attention.

What do viewers who often hang up to catch up on the most complain about?

Of course, the seats in the live broadcast room are not easy to grab, there are only 3,000 viewers, and the slow internet speed can't grab seats at all.

What now?

Are their eyes right?

[Anchor v]: This live broadcast room has been officially upgraded, and it can currently accommodate 10,000 viewers (*^__^*)

Facing Jiang Pengji's barrage, which was suspected of being cute, many viewers expressed that it was a bit cute in contrast.

The anchor's usual words and deeds are either indifferent, or domineering and brutal. When did he become so soft and cute? However, these two completely different styles of painting blend together, and there is a different kind of contrast and cuteness... This caused many old audiences to boo, and the barrage became a mess.

Jiang Pengji rarely took the initiative to communicate with the audience in the live broadcast room, and it was the same this time. After explaining a little about the increase in the upper limit of the number of people in the live broadcast room, she returned to her usual appearance, sitting quietly in the carriage, and the driver drove the carriage steadily and skillfully.

Liu She slept until noon, her pajamas became crumpled and her long hair was a little messy.

Sitting on the bed, seeing the light coming in from the door, his eyes showed a little confusion, and soon became clear again.

The maid who heard the movement outside the house asked warmly, "Is the master awake?"

"Well, I'm awake."

He tidied up his appearance a little, and the maids who had been waiting outside the door filed in one after another, without making any extra noise during the whole process.

Tong Sanniang and the other maids took away Liu She's old clothes and left briskly. (To be continued.)