vrcanaries Chapter 957 Tragedy Identification
Chapter 957 Tragedy Identification
Feng Jun once had such a group of lively and cheerful friends, but as everyone gradually faced difficulties with life and their understanding of the game changed from passion to the unchanging and boring brick-moving, Feng Jun never experienced such a thing again.
In fact, it is not just Feng Jun. Later in Fantasy Westward Journey, especially during the period when five-player teams were popular, and especially during the period when bosses kept investing, this game was no longer as simple as before.
Feng Jun almost forgot how long it had been since he saw players arranging fireworks in various shapes on the map, and he almost forgot how long it had been since he had been able to chat with his teammates during activities.
Now, looking at the welcome ceremony held for him by Renjian Dapao and the people in the Moyu family, Feng Jun would be lying if he said he was not moved.
【Current】Moyu, Potato Beef: Thank you everyone! Thank you everyone!
[Current] Mo Yu, Human Cannon: Hurry up and go to the middle, let’s take a photo!
[Current] Fishing, Potato and Beef: Great!
Soon, Feng Jun controlled his account and walked to the center of the screen, and the other fourteen members of the Moyu Family surrounded Feng Jun's account, and the surrounding players also made way for him.
As the screenshot button was pressed, a group photo of the Moyu family appeared.
However, all this is not over yet. Everyone is happily pressing the shortcut keys, and the characters are performing their slightly clumsy dance moves. Gradually, more and more people are joining in, and the entire Uttarakuru seems to be immersed in a carnival.
After about half an hour, the crowd gradually dispersed.
Feng Jun also opened his mobile phone at the right time and looked at the messages sent in the exclusive group chat of the Moyu Family.
Obviously, unlike many teams, the Moyu Family seems to be much more active, and the atmosphere within the team is much more lively. Messages in the group chat are popping up like mushrooms after rain, and even several team members are happily sending out large red envelopes.
Including Feng Jun, the current Moyu family has fifteen members and fifteen sects. Except for Shenmulin, which has two, the rest of the sects only have one. The only vacant sect is none other than the recently deceased Moyu and Pudushengsheng.
The passing of Mo Yu and Pu Du Zhongsheng left the Huasheng Temple temporarily vacant.
Feng Jun did not put on airs. After all, anyone who could become a member of the Moyu family had invested millions or even hundreds of millions in the game.
Soon, Feng Jun was chatting with everyone, and the group chat did not return to calm until three o'clock in the morning.
Feng Jun looked at the time and did not continue to stay in the game. He simply washed up and fell into a deep sleep.
In the dream, Feng Jun seemed to have returned to that afternoon twenty years ago, when he took the pocket money given by his mother, sneaked into that small and cramped black Internet cafe, played Fantasy Westward Journey with his friends, and was finally caught by his father.
As he thought about it, Feng Jun's lips curled up into a smile unconsciously. The innocence of his childhood was long gone.
At noon the next day, Feng Jun had already gotten up. After simply eating the dark food made by the little girl Shen Lin'er, Feng Jun buried himself in the room.
"Come on, let's get to work. The luck value should reach 100 points tomorrow. Now there are still many things missing. We must quickly get them done." Feng Jun rubbed his hands excitedly and said while looking at the account in front of him.
After he finished speaking, Feng Jun was not idle either. He immediately opened his own account, clicked the mouse quickly, and his figure had already arrived under the ring.
After quickly purchasing a truckload of level 120 spiritual ornaments, Feng Jun did not choose to purchase level 140 spiritual ornaments. After all, in Feng Jun's opinion, the super simple level 140 ones were not of much use, at least for Tianke players.
In the blink of an eye, Feng Jun had bought ten carts of level 120 rings.
Without any delay, all the spiritual jewelry identification talismans disappeared.
A truckload of level 120 rings had been identified. The mouse moved slowly, and the attributes of the first ring appeared at the top of the screen.
【Yuebishui】
The wise love water. Guanyin gained enlightenment by the waterside, so she used the power of Buddha to condense the clear water as a warning. Observe it facing the light, and you will see the spring waves rippling.
[Equipment Conditions] Level 120
[Spiritual jewelry type] Ring
Grade 120
Defense +24
Durability 500
Fixed damage +12
Puncture level +9
Healing ability +9
Maker: Just. Huawan strengthens the creation
"It's over. This ring is rubbish. It's a national standard ring. Even if this ring is given to Wuzhuang Temple, they won't even look at it." Feng Jun looked at the ring in front of him, scratched his head embarrassedly and said.
Taking his eyes away from the first ring, Feng Jun continued to click on the rings behind it.
【Yuebishui】
The wise love water. Guanyin gained enlightenment by the waterside, so she used the power of Buddha to condense the clear water as a warning. Observe it facing the light, and you will see the spring waves rippling.
[Equipment Conditions] Level 120
[Spiritual jewelry type] Ring
Grade 120
Defense +36
Durability 500
Damage +18
Damage +18
Maker: Just. Huawan strengthens the creation
"This is okay. The main attribute of 36 points of defense has reached the limit. The two damage attributes in the lower row have also reached the limit of a level 120 ring, both of which are 18 points. Unfortunately, the main attribute is wrong, and there is one attribute missing in the lower row.
If the main attribute was 36 points of defense, and the lower row had an additional attribute of speed or damage, then this ring would definitely be among the top ten rings in the Department of Physics of Tianke. "Feng Jun murmured softly and began to daydream.
Feng Jun kept clicking the mouse, and what made him depressed was that among the 120-level spiritual accessories sold by Hua Wan, only the ring with double damage was worth looking at. As for the other nine rings, they all had garbage attributes.
"Hua Wan, you can't be so deceiving. You are too deceiving. With all these rings in your cart, you still have the nerve to brag that yours are made by a famous brand?" Feng Jun said with a depressed look.
After calming down a little, Feng Jun continued clicking the mouse, and took out a cart of rings.
As the spiritual jewelry identification symbols disappeared one after another, Feng Jun also finished checking the attributes of the ten level 120 rings.
However, after seeing the properties of these ten rings, the expectation on Feng Jun's face had already been filled with depression.
Obviously, all the ten carts of spiritual ornaments created by Hua Wan ended in tragedy.
"That's quite true. Life is like a coffee table, always filled with all kinds of tragedies. Aunt Wang, please give me some face!" Feng Jun said with some helplessness and anger as he looked at the screen in front of him.