Crazy Demon Refining System

"what happened?"

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

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

I'm not very face-saving!

Xia Fukun ignored Elder Su, whether you have face is none of my business?

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

"???"

The summoners were a little confused when they saw Xia Fukun stopping in front of them.

What's wrong with this?
"You insulted me Brother Wu just now, I'm here to ask you for an explanation on behalf of Brother Wu."

When Xia Fukun said this, he rubbed his fingers together, and there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.That look, that expression looks as cheap as it needs to be!

"Brother, are you right? You asked us for an explanation?! Don't you look at the situation? There are so many of us, are you our opponent?"

The summoner directly in front of Xia Fukun was lost at that time.

Although he was eliminated, he is still a Tier [-] Summoner!And most of the others who were eliminated were at the third or fourth level.

Although their strength is not very good, but adding them up, there are almost a hundred summoners rounded up!With so many people, you still want to challenge our authority?

"Wu Chen, what is Xia Fukun going to do?"

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

Wu Chen had an expression of watching the show.

"Master, you will know it when you look at it!"

Hearing that Wu Chen was playing tricks on him, Elder Su felt his teeth itch.

If it wasn't for this public occasion, he would definitely have slapped Wu Chen on the head!
And on the rostrum.

The top leaders of the Summoner's Association were also lost.

They had thought that this year's Summoner Tournament would be very exciting, but they hadn't thought that it would be this exciting...

Looking at Xia Fukun's appearance, it seems that he is going to fight a hundred with one!
These pheasant organizations like to eat melons!

And it's not just eating melons.

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

That's why Wang Laosan and the others didn't stop Xia Fukun.

"This Xia Fukun is interesting! By the way, who rated Xia Fukun just now? What level of Summoner is Xia Fukun?"

Hearing Wang Laosan's question, the referee who had scored Xia Fukun before immediately rushed to Wang Laosan and handed his booklet to Wang Laosan.

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

Seeing that Wang Laosan was silent, the elders over there jokingly said:
"What's the matter, President, Xia Fukun, isn't he a seventh-level summoner?!"

"Hehe, how is that possible? I guess, it's probably a sixth-order!"

Among the summoners who came to participate in the summoner competition, except for those who were eliminated, among the remaining one hundred, the fifth-level accounted for the majority, and the sixth-level only a small number.The seventh level is even more rare.

but……

Wang Laosan took a deep breath.

"Look for yourselves..."

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

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

Suddenly...

One who was not in a high mood just fell off the seat.

After getting up, he had a look of disbelief.

"Ha ha……"

"Wu Sangui, is what you wrote in this booklet true? Are you responsible for what you wrote? An eighth-level summoner? If Xia Fukun is an eighth-level summoner, then what is our President Wang?"

Wu Sangui was 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 what I say."

"Then Xia Fukun is really an eighth-level summoner... His summoned beast is also invisible. I am a sixth-level summoner, and I have been attacked by his summoned beast, so my perception is very clear. And... ..."

"I've also noticed that Xia Fukun has already let his summoned beast release water, otherwise, with that slap, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to stand here and report to the leaders..."

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

eighth order...

What kind of summoner competition are you here to participate in at the eighth level? !

Why don't you just come to our Summoner Association to be the vice-chairman or something?
"Cough cough..."

As if feeling that his position had been shaken a little, Wang Laosan coughed.

"Let's take a look first and then talk. Whether Xia Fukun is an eighth-level summoner or not, we just need to look down."

"Right……"

Although a few people thought that Wu Sangui hadn't lied, they still didn't quite believe it.After all, how can this eighth-level summoner be so easy to achieve?Xia Fukun looked to be in his early twenties, unless the other party was an old monster who had practiced for many years.But if that's the case, then...

Xia Fukun won the championship, so the reward doesn't have to be given to him!

I have to say that if Xia Fukun knew the thoughts of these high-level Summoners Association, he would definitely fight these people desperately.Just kidding, why did you come to this summoner competition?Isn't it just for the 100 million spirit stones and the key fragments of the holy relic?
Why don't you give me a reward and I'm still playing with a snake egg?
It was also when those voices of questioning and ridicule kept coming out.

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

The magic sound bat was summoned directly...

"clap clap"

There was a loud smacking sound.

Those third-tier and fourth-tier summoners, can they still be the opponents of eighth-tier summoned beasts?
Almost everyone was slapped and passed out...

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

"The one who doesn't move is just slapping his mouth, isn't it appropriate?"

Xia Fukun frowned, and sent a sound transmission to the magic sound bat.

The magic sound bat doesn't understand, can I solve the opponent?You still care about me?

After receiving the feedback from the magic sound bat, Xia Fukun was fascinated at that time.

Why are you still rebelling?It's fine for the demon refining system to rebel, but you, a little bat, want to rebel? !
Xia Fukun was about to spray the magic sound bat wildly, when he felt a "slap" on his face, a burst of burning pain...

"???"

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

"You come out for me!"

"Wu Chen, what is Xia Fukun doing? How come the summoned beast even hits 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 master anymore?"