Monster Refining System

Three days, fleeting.

Ming Wudian, held as scheduled.

Obviously, even the city masters like Yi Tianyi were reluctant to come with Xia Fukun. Therefore, beside Xia Fukun, there was only one Huaduoduo, and on the side of Big Big Wolf, Xia Fukun let him play in the house by himself.

Xia Fukun couldn't help taking a breath as he looked at the crowded martial arts code in front of him.

After his rebirth, he experienced the biggest game of this type, the previous first-tier college league at Odin College, but at that time, the scale was far not as large as it is now.

The Ming Wudian is on a huge floating stone platform. And around the stone platform, there are many seats.

At this moment, these seats are already full of people.

The entire venue of the Dark Martial Arts is all wrapped in two colors of red and yellow.

On the table in the middle, there were ten figures in blue clothes sitting. In the middle of it, there is still a place vacant. Obviously, it was reserved for the Purple Underworld Emperor.

Xia Fukun didn't care about this, so he and Hua Duoduo found an empty seat at random. It's just that he didn't expect that as soon as he sat down, he walked over to two soldiers in yellow clothes.

Looking at the white dress on Xia Fukun's body, there was a little sarcasm in his eyes.

"stand up!"

One of the big yellow warriors looked at Xia Fukun disdainfully, and ordered Xia Fukun.

Xia Fukun: "???"

to be frank.

He hasn't been provoked like this in a long time. There was a little unbearable in his eyes.

After the Huangyi Ming warrior had finished speaking, he looked a little bit upset when Xia Fukun was still sitting there.

"Why? The **** and the seat are stuck together? Isn't it? I don't understand what I said, or how to drip?"

The big yellow warrior has a loud voice. With this speech, the eyes of the surrounding yellow-clothed warriors all passed over.

At the beginning, when the yellow-clothed underworld warrior was facing a white underworld warrior, everyone still prayed for the white-clothed underworld warrior in their hearts. But then I thought about it.

its not right!

How can a white-clothed warrior come to participate in this underworld martial arts classic?

If there is any...

Many people thought of the fact that a few days ago, they would knock the staff of the registration office and take the table into the air, and beat the hero of the bloodless city Xia Fukun who was unable to fight back.

Take a closer look, and sure enough... the real Nima is Xia Fukun!

At the moment, these yellow-clothed underworld warriors did not dare to remind the yellow-clothed underworld warrior, but moved around one after another.

Watching the surrounding soldiers move their positions.

The big yellow warrior didn't take it seriously.

He just rushed to this Mingdu today to sign up and was ready to find a seat. As a result, he was surrounded by yellow-clothed Ming warriors, although this time he was confident that he would challenge an opponent at the level of the red-clothed Ming warrior. However, everyone is at the same level at the moment, and he is not doing too well, right?

To be partial...

At this time, a white-clothed warrior appeared in front of him. Then if you don't trouble him, who else can you trouble?

In his opinion, these yellow-clothed underworld warriors moved their seats one after another, probably because they were worried that they would accidentally injure them by shooting the white underworld warriors. However, what is a bit strange is how do these people know that they now have the strength of a red samurai warrior?

do not care.

The big yellow warrior sneered, looking at Xia Fukun, who was still looking at him with a smile in front of him.

"Is the ear deaf?"

As he said, he stretched one hand towards that Xia Fukun, trying to lift Xia Fukun up.

It was also at this time that a hand was caught on his wrist.

He looked at the yellow-clothed underworld warrior who suddenly made a move, with a trace of uncomfortable expression in his eyes.

"Are you going to be nosy?"

The warrior in yellow clothes naturally had a lot of flowers sitting next to Xia Fukun. He knows where it is and what the occasion is, but in his heart, this Xia Fukun, no matter how big the basket will be pricked, as long as he is unhappy, he has to poke upside down! Thinking of this, he squeezed a smile:

"Brother, think twice!"

The big yellow warrior sneered, and immediately, his arms energized.

All of a sudden, Duoduo flew away.

"Lao Tzu will be a red warrior after the end of this Nether Martial Arts, what are you and I pretending to be?"

After saying this, he stretched out another hand towards Xia Fukun.

"It's so shameless, and I pretend to be deaf, right?"

however……

What he didn't expect was that before he even touched Xia Fukun's, he felt a terrifying coercion from Xia Fukun's body.

Involuntarily, with his knees bent, this big yellow-clothed warrior directly bowed down to Xia Fukun.

"hiss--"

There was a sound of cold breathing around, but most people had seen Xia Fukun and Xue Wu before, so it was no surprise.

It's so special that a strong man in the Underworld Realm can't fight back, can it be bullied by a yellow-clothed underworld warrior?

"Do you have a mine at home? Dare to talk to me like this?"

At this time, Xia Fukun stretched his head forward slightly, looking at the big yellow warrior who was kneeling on the ground and unable to move, licking his chapped lips with his tongue.

"You...what did you do to me?!"

That big yellow warrior couldn't stand this grievance! At that time, I wanted to resist, but he couldn't produce the slightest strength. He could only look at Xia Fukun with fear.

"Hand over all the treasures in Shanhaiyin."

Xia Fukun grinned.

With this smile, cracks appeared on the ground under the two knees of this big yellow-clothed warrior, and the cracks spread around like a spider web.

On the knees of this big yellow warrior, blood overflowed.

"I... I have no baby."

This big yellow warrior was also trapped, but he could roughly know that the white warrior in front of him was extremely powerful, absolutely, not what he could handle!

Xia Fukun frowned displeased when he heard the other party saying that he had no money. Immediately afterwards, under the gaze of countless gazes around him, his palm slightly lifted, and the body of the big yellow-clothed warrior rose into the air, directly standing upside down, shaking constantly.

From the seal of the mountains and seas, a bunch of miscellaneous things fell out.

Xia Fukun took a look, and it was true that Nima was innocent and impoverished.

Right now, Xia Fukun also lost interest, and immediately raised his hand, this big yellow-clothed underworld warrior was directly thrown into flight by him...

His gaze fell once again on the other soldier in the yellow suit who came with this big guy.

"Are you here to grab a seat too?"