"What's wrong?"
Elder Su was still announcing the results of the competition when he heard Xia Fukun shouting loudly.
Isn't it inappropriate for you to question my decision in public
I don’t have much face!
Xia Fukun didn't even pay attention to Elder Su. Do you have any face or not? It's none of my business
He immediately left his position and stopped in front of the summoners who were a little discouraged and were about to leave.
"???"
The summoners were a little confused when they saw Xia Fukun blocking in front of them.
What happened? What is this
"You just insulted me, Brother Wu. I'm here to ask you for an explanation on behalf of Brother Wu."
When Xia Fukun said this, he rubbed it with two fingers and had a sneer on the corner of his mouth. That look, that expression looks as mean as possible!
"Brother, are you not mistaken? 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 confused at that time.
Although he was eliminated, he was still a fourth-level summoner after all! And most of the others who were eliminated were at the third or fourth level.
Although their strength is not very good, when added together, there are almost a hundred summoners! 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. He could only walk to Wu Chen and ask in a low voice.
Wu Chen looked like he was watching a good show.
"Master, you'll know it just by looking at it!"
Elder Su felt a little itchy when he heard that Wu Chen was cheating on him.
If this wasn't a public occasion, he would have slapped Wu Chen on the head!
And on the podium.
The higher-ups of the Summoners Association were also confused.
They had thought that this Summoner Tournament would be exciting, but they never thought it would be so exciting...
Looking at Xia Fukun, it looks like he is fighting one against a hundred!
These pheasant organizations like to eat melons!
And this isn’t just a fool’s errand.
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 also the reason why Wang Laosan and the others did not stop Xia Fukun.
"This Xia Fukun is quite interesting! By the way, who rated Xia Fukun just now? What level of summoner is this Xia Fukun?"
Upon hearing Wang Laosan's question, the referee who had previously scored Xia Fukun immediately ran up 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 book handed over by the referee, he was immediately dumbfounded...
Seeing that Wang Laosan was silent, some elders over there joked:
"What's wrong, President? Could it be that this guy Xia Fukun is a seventh-level summoner?!"
"Haha, how is that possible? I guess it's a sixth level!"
Among the summoners who came to participate in the Summoner Competition, apart from those who were eliminated, among the one hundred who remained, the majority were at the fifth level, and only a small number were at the sixth level. The seventh level is even more rare.
but…
Wang Laosan took a deep breath.
"See for yourselves..."
He pushed the booklet in front of several people around him.
The senior officials of the Summoners Association looked at the book with doubts.
Suddenly…
One person who was not in a good mood fell off his seat.
After getting up, he looked in disbelief.
"hehe… "
"Wu Sangui, is what you write in this booklet true? Are you responsible for what you write? An eighth-level summoner? Then if Xia Fukun is an eighth-level summoner, then who is our President Wang?"
Wu Sangui is the referee who scored Xia Fukun before.
At this moment, when he heard the elder's question, he took a deep breath and then said:
"Leaders, I am responsible for my words."
"That Xia Fukun is really an eighth-level summoner... His summoned beasts are also invisible. I am a sixth-level summoner and have been attacked by his summoned beasts, so my perception is particularly clear. And..."
"I also noticed that Xia Fukun has already let his summoned beast go wild. Otherwise, with that slap, I'm afraid 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 level…
What kind of summoner competition are you at the eighth level to participate in? !
Can't you just come to our Summoners Association and be the vice-president or something like that
"Ahem..."
Seemingly feeling that his position was shaken, Wang Laosan coughed.
"Let's take a look first and then talk about whether Xia Fukun is an eighth-level summoner. Let's just look down."
"Right… "
Although a few people thought Wu Sangui didn't lie, they still didn't quite believe it. After all, how can it be so easy to achieve this level eight summoner? Xia Fukun looked to be in his early twenties, unless he was an old monster who had been practicing for many years. But if that's really the case, then...
If Xia Fukun wins the championship, there is no need to give him a reward!
It has to be said that if Xia Fukun knew the thoughts of the top leaders of the Summoners Association, he would definitely fight these people to the death. Just kidding, why did you come to participate in this summoner competition? Isn't it just for the one million spiritual stones and the key fragments of the holy relic
Why don't you give me a reward and I'm going to play with a snake egg
It was also when those voices of doubt and ridicule continued to come out.
Xia Fukun didn't even choose to do it himself.
The magic sound bat was summoned directly...
"Papa pa pa"
There was a loud squealing sound.
Can those third- and fourth-level summoners be opponents of eighth-level summoned beasts
Almost everyone fainted after being slapped...
"I said Magic Sound Bat, do you need to change your attack method?"
"It's not appropriate to slap someone with a big mouth at every turn, isn't it?"
Xia Fukun frowned and sent a message to the magic sound bat.
The Magic Sound Bat is confused. Isn’t it enough if I can defeat my opponent? Do you still care about me
After receiving the feedback from the magic sound bat, Xia Fukun was confused at the time.
Are you even rebelling? Even if the demon refining system rebels, you, a little bat, want to rebel too? !
Xia Fukun was about to spray the magic sound bat violently, when he felt a "slap" on his face, and a burst of burning pain...
"???"
Xia Fukun became angry when he saw the magic sound bat slap himself and then hide inside his body and refuse to come out.
"Get the hell out of here!"
"Wu Chen, what is Xia Fukun doing? How come the summoned beast can even beat its owner?"
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?"