Monster Refining System

"what's happenin?"

Elder Su was still announcing the result of the match, when he heard Xia Fukun shout out loudly.

Is it inappropriate for you to question my decision in public?

I don't have a lot of face!

Xia Fukun ignored Elder Su, do you care for me?

He left directly from his position and stopped in front of the summoners who were a little discouraged and were about to leave.

"???"

When the summoners saw Xia Fukun stopping in front of them, they were a little confused.

What is this?

"You insulted my brother Wu just now, I will ask you to explain on behalf of Brother Wu."

When Xia Fukun said this, he rubbed **** with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. That look, that expression is as cheap as it looks!

"Brother, are you right? You asked us to say something?! Don't you look at the situation? We have so many people, are you our opponent?"

The summoner right in front of Xia Fukun was fascinated at that time.

Although he was eliminated, he is also a Tier 4 summoner! And most of the others that were eliminated are of the third and fourth level.

Although their strengths are not good, but when added up, they are almost 100 summoners rounded up! With so many people, you still have to challenge our authority?

"Wu Chen, what is Xia Fukun doing?"

Elder Su didn't know what Xia Fukun was going to do, and didn't dare to stop Xia Fukun, so he walked to Wu Chen's side and asked in a low voice.

Wu Chen looked good at the show.

"Master, you can tell by looking at it!"

Hearing Wu Chen selling Guanzi to himself, Elder Su was a little itchy.

If it weren't for a public occasion, he would definitely slap Wu Chen on the head!

And on the podium.

The senior officials of the Summoner Association are also fascinated.

They have thought that this year's Summoner Contest will be very exciting, but they haven't thought it will be so exciting...

Looking at Xia Fukun's appearance, it seemed that he was going to fight one hundred against one hundred!

These pheasant organizations like to eat melons!

And this is not just eating melons.

Regardless of whether Xia Fukun succeeded in defeating nearly a hundred summoners, this matter can be hyped by them to increase the popularity of the Summoners Association!

This is why Wang Lao San and the others did not stop Xia Fukun.

"This Xia Fukun is a bit interesting! By the way, who was rating Xia Fukun just now? What level of summoner is this Xia Fukun?"

Hearing Wang Lao San's question, the referee who had previously graded Xia Fukun immediately ran up to Wang Lao San and handed his booklet to Wang Lao San.

Wang Lao San originally had a smile on his face, but when his eyes touched the page on Xia Fukun in the pamphlet handed over by the referee, he was immediately dumbfounded...

And watching Wang Lao San not speaking, the elders over there joked:

"What's the matter, President, shouldn't this kid Xia Fukun be a seventh-order summoner?!"

"Hehe, how could that be possible, I guess, it is probably a sixth order!"

For those summoners who came to participate in the Summoner Competition, except for those who were eliminated, among the 100 remaining, Tier 5 occupies the majority and Tier 6 only a few. The seventh order is one of the few.

but……

Wang Lao San took a deep breath.

"Look at it for yourself..."

He pushed the booklet in front of the people around him.

The senior officials of the Summoner Association looked at the booklet with doubts.

Suddenly...

One who was not too high in his mood fell from his seat.

After getting up, he looked incredulous.

"Ha ha……"

"Wu Sangui, is what you write in this booklet is true? Are you responsible for what you wrote? A Tier 8 summoner? If Xia Fukun is a Tier 8 summoner, then what is our President Wang?"

Wu Sangui is the referee who scored Xia Fukun before.

Hearing the elder’s question at this moment, he took a deep breath, and then said:

"Leaders, I am responsible for my remarks."

"Then Xia Fukun is really a Tier 8 summoner... His summoned beasts are also invisible. I am a Tier 6 summoner, and I have been attacked by his summoned beasts, so my perception is very clear. And... …"

"I've also noticed that Xia Fukun has let his summoned beast release the water. Otherwise, it would be difficult for me to stand here and report to the leaders..."

Hearing Wu Sangui's sincere voice, several elders still didn't believe it.

Eighth order...

What kind of Summoner contest do you come to participate in in the eighth rank? !

Can't you come directly to our Summoners Association as the vice president?

"Ahem..."

As if he felt his position was a little shaken, Wang Lao San coughed.

"Let's take a look first, then, whether Xia Fukun is a Tier 8 summoner, we just need to look down."

"Right……"

Several people thought that Wu Sangui hadn't lied, but they still didn't believe it. After all, how can this eighth-order summoner be so easy to reach? Then Xia Fukun seemed to be in his early twenties, unless the other party was an old monster who had cultivated for many years. But if that is the case, then...

Xia Fukun won the championship, so you don't need to send him the reward!

It has to be said that if Xia Fukun were to let Xia Fukun know the thoughts of these senior leaders of the Summoner Association, he would definitely fight with these people. Just kidding, why did you participate in this Summoner Contest yourself? Isn't it just for the one million spiritual stones and key fragments of the holy relics?

Why don't you give me a reward, I still play a snake egg?

It is also when the voices of doubt and ridicule continue to spread.

Xia Fukun didn't even choose to do it himself.

He directly summoned the magic sound bat...

"Papa Papa"

There was a loud puffing sound.

Those Tier 3 and Tier 4 summoners can still be the opponents of Tier 8 summoned beasts?

Almost everyone was slapped and fainted...

"I said Moyin Bat, do you have to change your attack method?"

"It's a big mouth that doesn't move, isn't it right?"

Xia Fukun frowned and spoke to the magic sound bat.

The magic sound bat is puzzled. Can I solve the opponent? Do you still care about me?

Xia Fukun was fascinated at the time when he received the feedback from the Moyin Bat.

Why are you still rebelling? Even if the demon refining system rebels, do you want to rebel with a little bat? !

Xia Fukun was about to spit out the magic sound bat, and felt that his face was "slapped", and there was a fiery pain...

"???"

Seeing the magic sound bat slapped himself and then hid in his body and refused to come out, Xia Fukun was angry at the time.

"You come out for me!"

"Wu Chen, what is Xia Fukun doing? How come the summoned beast that was summoned even beats its master?"

Hearing Elder Su's question, Wu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

After pondering for two seconds, he said:

"Maybe it can't stand its own master?"