Desert island live broadcast system

After seeing the news in the barrage, Ling Mufeng stopped inking.

He hurriedly put the bag on his chest, and then said to the audience in the live broadcast room: "Old iron, I'll show you my craftsmanship."

With that, he spread his woven bag on the beach and

put three coconuts in one go.

After putting the three coconuts in, he also lifted the bag and shook it twice in the air.

"Old iron, this bag is very strong, and it is not a problem to hold a few coconuts. "

In the live broadcast room.

"The anchor has only loaded three, no, it's all packed in:"

"I don't think it's possible, these dozen coconuts add up to a dozen pounds, can this bag woven from leaves hold up?"

"Impossible, the anchor is whimsical."

"If you can use this coconut woven bag to fill a dozen coconuts, I will do a handstand to wash my hair!" There

are all kinds of doubts in the live broadcast room, of course, there are some iron fans who express support, but most of them are skeptical.

Seeing these barrages, in fact, Ling Mufeng's heart was also a little drumming, and these dozen coconuts were not light, but fortunately, obtaining "Elementary Knitting Skills" gave him some confidence in his heart.

"Okay, I'll show you what's going on. He

stopped the ink and smashed a dozen coconuts into the woven bag.

And after putting a dozen coconuts in this bag, it has reached a stage that is about to burst.

Ling Mufeng also cautiously lifted it up.

He

immediately burst out laughing.

"How's that going, old iron? I didn't lie to you. "

In the live broadcast room.

"The anchor takes two steps.

"It's not broken yet, and it's estimated that it's almost enough to take two steps."

Looking at these questioning voices, Ling Mufeng jumped in place a few times with the bag on his shoulder, which stunned everyone in the live broadcast room.

"I'll go, I can really bear it. "

The anchor is awesome, 666!" "

Call the anchor."

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"""System prompt: Hong Meng's service sent rocket*6, live broadcast point +60000, current live broadcast point 232520.

""System prompt: Send a heart with a dream as a horse *520, live broadcast point +520, current live broadcast point 233040.

""System prompt: The wooden man sent a rocket*1, the live broadcast point is +10000, and the current live broadcast point is 243040. "

The system prompts that the live broadcast value reaches 200,000 and you get a chance to draw a lottery, may I ask if the host will draw the lottery immediately?"

Looking at the rewards on the turntable, there are a lot of dazzling colors, and there are some golden skill books, which are very good at first glance.

But well, the turntable rested on the lowest gray skill book again.

"Congratulations to the host for getting a random low-level skill book treasure chest*1, may I ask if the host will open it immediately?"

Ling Mufeng was confused in his heart, but he didn't have a lot of skills, which was also very good.

With each skill he Xi, he increases the likelihood of surviving on a desert island by one point.

Open the system for me!"

"System: The treasure chest of the low-level skill book has been opened, and the "Low-level Fish Insertion Technique" *1 has been obtained"

"Low-level Fish Insertion Technique"?

Hearing this strange name, Ling Mufeng was surprised, and at this time, his whole body trembled, and the experience in the skill book had been integrated into his brain and body muscles through the system.

He looked at the brevity of "Low-level Fish Insertion".

"Low-level Fish Insertion": After learning Xi, you can Xi basic fish insertion skills, the success rate of fish insertion through harpooning is 5, you can gain experience by inserting fish, and the same skill book can also improve skill book experience.

Looking at the introduction in the system, Ling Mufeng generally understood.

This fish insertion technique is not to be able to hit 100 times after learning it Xi, but there is a certain probability, such as his current low-level fish insertion technique, there is only a 5% probability of success, that is to say, he can only be hit once if he inserts 20 times.

However, this probability is already very large, if Ling Mufeng did not Xi the fish insertion technique to insert fish, it is estimated that even if it is an afternoon, he will definitely be able to catch a fish.

The concise next sentence attracted Ling Mufeng's attention, and he could also improve his skill experience by devouring the skill book of the same level.

That is to say, in the future, if you draw a useless or the same skill book, you can use it to devour the experience of synthetic skills.

It's very humane, but at the same time, it's also bad news, so that is, you may get

the same skill book!"The same is the same, it's good to improve your skill experience, otherwise, stick to me and plug in the fish, then you have to plug it until you are old enough to reach the full level."

After putting all the coconuts on his shoulders on the ground, Ling Mufeng touched his somewhat hungry stomach and decided to try whether this fish insertion technique was good or not.

Bi Jing had already reached noon to eat, and most of the people in the live broadcast room were watching Ling Mufeng's live broadcast while eating.

There were also a lot of people in the barrage who asked Ling Mufeng to get something to eat.

"Lao Tie, it's time for dinner, how about the anchor insert a sea fish for everyone to eat?"

"You think too much, the sea fish is clever.

"Yes, anchor, don't be whimsical, even decades of old fishermen don't dare to say that they can catch fish.

"I think it's better to forget it, the anchor should go find something else to eat, it's unrealistic to plug in fish."

"Fishing is still possible, but I don't know if the anchor has a fishing rod.

Looking at these comments, Ling Mufeng smiled unhurriedly, and then walked in front of the coconut tree that had just been cut down by himself.

The leaves on the coconut tree have been used up to half of it to weave bags, so it looks bare.

Ling Mufeng found a relatively strong tree trunk, limped the branch, and then used the axe in his hand to sharpen the head of the branch.

Because the wood is relatively light, it can't be thrown out, so Ling Mufeng found a relatively long branch, he is no longer throwing, but poking!

After all this, Ling Mufeng walked to the beach, smiled at the live broadcast drone and said: "Old iron, show you my stunt of the anchor, the wooden gun pokes the fish head!"

"I think you're the head of a silver spear candle. "

Yes, a fish that can be stuck in a fart with wood!"

"The old fisherman doesn't dare to say that he can stick it in his harpoon, so it's strange that you can poke it with a wooden lump."

Looking at the questioning voices in the live broadcast room, Ling Mufeng didn't speak.

After all, he is also playing drums in his heart, and he is not sure if he can succeed.