Chapter 120

Master liaochen nodded, "little benefactor has a spiritual root. That's really what I mean."

That's right, but the Ziwei emperor spirit on the man in front of him is really the strongest that the old monk has ever seen in his life.

Jiang Pengji felt a lot more secure when she heard him say so.

Conversely, think about it. In fact, the so-called Ziwei emperor Qi is of no use at all.

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

No matter how rich it is, it can't turn a rotten wood into a wise gentleman. No matter how light it is, it can't turn a wise gentleman into a sneaky villain. The relationship between "Ziwei imperial Qi" and "man" should be that the latter determines the intensity of the former, not the reverse.

"Little benefactor, I'm worried that someone will see through this, so it's bad for you?" Master liaochen smiled quickly, "if so, little benefactor can rest assured. Anyone who can have such eyesight is either a hermit or an expert who lives alone."

No matter what kind of people, they will not easily get involved in world change.

The general trend of the world is to divide and unite as long as it is united.

This is an inevitable process, which can not be controlled by a little manpower.

More importantly, if you are arrogant, there are no five fingers in the five countries in the world for a person who can share his realm!

According to an account, there are six states and twenty-one counties in Dongqing alone. The land area of the other four countries is only large. Coupled with the vast alien territory, no one knows how vast the world is. How small is the probability of meeting so many people?

Even if a blind cat meets a dead mouse, it won't meet four or five in succession, will it?

If you do, please be sad.

Going down the mountain was much faster than going up the mountain. The wooden clogs under Jiang Pengji's feet were almost flying up, and she soon came to the foot of the mountain where the shangfo temple was located.

"Well, you can smoke the box now."

Jiang Pengji entered the carriage. The coachman skillfully raised the whip and drove the horse back.

The system is unable to make complaints about it. "This baby really doesn't want to admit that you are a host, so you can run this long distance to see today's fortunes."

No matter how the system was tucking up, Jiang Pengji did not make complaints about the mountain, opened the system's backstage, and opened the small golden boxes placed in the envelope. A little empty fingers to confirm the button, the box suddenly broke open, floating in the air, and then slowly solidified.

When the golden light dissipated, a gold card the size of a playing card appeared in front of her.

System: "..."

Nima, didn't you say that the explosion rate of grade promotion cards is very low?

Jiang Pengji raised her hand and took over the grade promotion card. There was always a faint smile on her lips. She was not surprised by the lottery result.

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

The system, which is already a waste fish, said powerlessly, "offer tea to the European emperor!"

Jiang Pengji lost her smile, holding the grade promotion card in her hands with her fingers. With a little force on her knuckles, a choice item jumped in front of her.

[little angel system kindly reminds you that the host is currently a first-class anchor. After using the card, it will be upgraded to a second-class anchor, and the number of online people in the live broadcasting room will be expanded to 10000. Are you sure to use the "grade promotion card"? A, yes; b, no]

What do you think?

Anyway, it's a free card. It's not for nothing. Jiang Pengji opened a without saying a word.

There was a crisp rustle in my mind. The edge of the closed virtual live broadcast screen exuded light gold, and soon became silent again.

[system announcement, warm congratulations to host Jiang Pengji on her official promotion to level 2 anchor, and the upper limit of live broadcasting room is extended to 10000 people.]

A cluster of fireworks exploded on the virtual screen, and the original simple live broadcast interface had more light colored patterns, which was much better than the previous clean state. Jiang Pengji glanced at the upper limit, and sure enough, it had become 10000.

"System, turn on live broadcast!"

Jiang Pengji gave an order, and the system responded immediately. The live broadcast just started, and a group of audience poured into the live broadcast room.

[deduce everything]: I was scared to death. I thought the anchor would not broadcast live today. Why is it so late today? Fortunately, I have foresight and hang up the card for a long time in advance, otherwise I can't squeeze in at all. Is this the anchor himself? Much better than the video.

More importantly, the anchor has a high degree of recognition.

The picture quality is absolutely high-definition. The anchor himself is also a pure natural face. There is no beauty effect that focuses on the beauty, no skin grinding so that he can't see the characteristics of facial features, no flat and heavy eyebrow, and no sharp chin or face with strange proportion

A clear stream in the live broadcasting world.

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

[one night chrysanthemum stump]: I heard that yesterday's anchor broadcast went to the brothel. I was distressed. The baby didn't squeeze in until the end. I had to go to the Du Niang post bar to watch the video recorded live. I watched it with interest for a long time. The more I watched it, the more I regretted not having watched it.

[Cola music]: how do I feel that the number of barrages today is much more than before? You are sick and your hand speed is too fast.

When the audience enters the live studio, they usually don't look at the number of people in the live studio. However, the number of bullet screens on the screen is a little abnormal.

[99.81]: surprise!!!!!!!!!! Am I wrong? Why are there 10000 people?

Jiang Pengji's live studio is also famous in that area, spread in a small range and attracted more attention.

What is the most resentful thing of the audience who often hang up to catch up?

Of course, it's hard to grab the location of the live broadcasting room. There are only 3000 audience seats. People with slow internet speed can't grab seats at all.

And now?

Are their eyes right?

[anchor v]: the live broadcasting room has been officially upgraded. At present, it can accommodate 10000 viewers (* ^ ^ *)

In the face of Jiang Pengji's bullet screen suspected of selling cute, many viewers said that there was some contrast.

The anchor's usual words and deeds are either cold, or domineering and ferocious. When is there such a soft and cute time? However, these two distinct painting styles are integrated together, and there is a different sense of contrast and sprouting... This has caused many old audiences to make a fuss and the barrage is in a mess.

Jiang Pengji seldom takes the initiative to communicate with the audience in the live broadcasting room. This time, the same is true. She explained a little about the increase in the maximum number of people in the live broadcasting room. She returned to her normal appearance, sat quietly in the carriage, and the coachman drove the carriage smoothly and skillfully.

Liu she slept until noon, her bedding clothes became wrinkled, and her long hair was a little messy.

Sitting on the bed, he saw the light coming in from outside the door. His eyes showed some confusion and soon recovered to Qingming.

Outside the house, the maid Wen heard a moving voice and asked, "the master is awake?"

"Well, wake up."

He tidied up his appearance slightly, and the waiting maid outside the door poured in, and there was no superfluous sound in the whole process.

Tong Sanniang and other maids took Liu she's old clothes away and left briskly.