Monster Refining System Chapter 146: Won’t you say it earlier?

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Under everyone's eyes.

Wang Lao San said "Hey!"

Take a long breath. The anger fell to Dantian, and then a ripple suddenly spread in the space in front of him. Immediately afterwards, a summoned beast that was the size of a hand and looked like a slug appeared in front of everyone.

"Is this the only dream-loving beast that is said to be unique in the entire Jiuyou Continent?"

"It is said that this dream-loving beast, President Wang, can devour other people's dreams, take dreams as nourishment, and then create illusions. It can be said that the powerful can't do it!"

"Nonsense, can the summoned beast of a Tier 8 summoner not be powerful?"

The ninety-eight people next to Xia Fukun saw the dream beast summoned by Wang Lao San, and they kept whispering.

Xia Fukun is fascinated.

Isn't this just a slug?

And--

"What did you just say? This dream-loving beast only has one in the entire Jiuyou Continent? It's bragging, right?"

Hearing Xia Fukun's ridicule, the other contestants were not happy at the time.

"Hehe! That's how it is recorded in history books, don't believe it! Why, or would you show me one out for a look?"

Xia Fukun was taken aback when he heard what the other party said.

"You ask me to take me, don't I lose face?"

"Stop talking big words here! If you can bring out a second dream beast, I will give you all my space rings!"

The person who said this was a Tier 5 summoner, and Xia Fukun glanced at the space ring in the opponent's hand.

At that time, a dream-loving beast was summoned from the demon refining system.

One advantage of the demon refining system is that all the summoned beasts Xia Fukun has seen can be summoned. And the reason why Xia Fukun didn't call it was because... he didn't need to have a stronger summoned beast in the demon refining system. He would summon this kind of useless summoned beast, right?

This dream-loving beast sounds very leathery, but I don’t sleep or dream. How can you drip me?

According to Xia Fukun's understanding, this dream-loving beast seems to have a certain strength only when others are sleeping. It usually looks the same as it looks like a poor slug!

When Xia Fukun’s "thumbhhhhhh" self-matched a piece of bgm.

Everyone has guessed that the summoner with Xia Fukunyan just now had a cold.

Sure enough!

In Xia Fukun's hands, there appeared a dreamlike beast exactly like President Wang.

"What did you say?"

Xia Fukun grabbed the dream-seeking beast in one hand, and dug out his ears with his fingers in the other.

"I said...Awesome!"

This Tier 5 summoner is also served, how cheap is his mouth? Go and make this bet with Xia Fukun?

The space ring was taken from the hands of the fifth-order summoner, and Xia Fukun threw it into the demon refining system for 30 refining points.

"Is anyone else going to bet?"

"Haha!"

When people around heard Xia Fukun's words, they sneered.

Should a fool bet with you? !

I also heard this sneer, the young man who had previously bet with Xia Fukun suddenly squatted down, his fingers drew circles on the ground...

I am that fool...

Xia Fukun didn't expect that this group of people would not have such a bit of blood... There was no way, but the dream beast could only be thrown back into the demon refining system.

It was also at this time that Wang Lao San’s voice spread through the square:

"Summoner friends who came to the game, pay attention!"

Along with the voice of Wang Lao San, the entire square was enveloped by a peculiar force.

The sweat on Wang Lao San's forehead continued to flow down, and it was obvious that this time he controlled the Dream Beast to cast spells, which made him expend a lot of effort.

Soon, the summoners on the square disappeared one by one. It looks like it should have been teleported into that illusion.

"Brother Xia! Remember to protect me later!"

Wu Chen was sucked into the illusion by the dream beast before he finished speaking.

Xia Fukun scratched his head awkwardly, I'm afraid you will suffer for a while first, Brother Wu!

Soon, with the exception of Xia Fukun, the other summoners were inhaled into the illusion created by the dream beast.

Wang Laosan breathed a sigh of relief, and laid his hands flat.

"It seems that I am still strong, and **** everyone into the illusion."

Hearing what Wang Lao San said, the senior officials of the Summoners Association couldn't help coughing, and secretly reminded Wang Lao San.

"Recently, the cold current in Dancheng, you elders should take care of your health! Don't catch the wind and cold anymore."

Wang Laosan thought that these senior members of the Summoner Association had a cold, and he was concerned.

"No...Chairman Wang, haven't you seen that, is Xia Fukun still pestering in the square?"

"Oh, is it?"

Wang Laosan is a bit embarrassed.

Many masters closed their eyes when casting spells, and Wang Lao San was no exception... He just saw that the dark figures in front of him had been sucked away, and he didn't notice that he was standing on the side. With Xia Fukun...

This is so embarrassing!

Wang Laosan took a breath and said to Xia Fukun:

"Why haven't you been sucked into the illusion by the dream beast?"

Hearing Wang Lao San’s question, Xia Fukun was also confused.

"You ask me how do I know?"

"Are you not strong enough?"

"Huh?"

Wang Laosan was taken aback for a moment. Is this questioning the president? !

At that time, Wang Lao San closed his eyes and controlled the dream-loving beast to breathe Xia Fukun into the illusion again.

But when he opened his eyes, Xia Fukun was still standing in front of him? !

"Could it be that I opened my eyes incorrectly? I opened them again!"

Wang Laosan closed his eyes and opened them again.

As a result, Xia Fukun was waving at herself...

"Hehehe, it must be because the distance is too far..."

Wang Laosan smiled angrily.

Step forward a few steps to cast spells...

The casting is over...Xia Fukun is still there.

"It's still too far..."

…………

Wang Lao San has performed several times, but the people from the Summoner Association don’t know anymore...

They are discussing in a low voice:

"Otherwise..."

"Anyway, the summoners who came to the competition have been sucked into the illusion..."

"We directly gave the championship to Xia Fukun? Anyway, we can't afford this kind of stuff?!"

As soon as this voice appeared, everyone agreed.

The eighth-tier summoners... can't beat other summoners! Doesn't this mean protecting other people in disguise?

Xia Fukun doesn't know what these senior executives are discussing.

But he looked at Wang Lao San whose nose was almost touching his face...

"Chairman Wang, if you are really out of luck, or I will go in by myself?"

Wang Lao Sanyi was taken aback when he heard Xia Fukun's words.

"Oh? You can still go in by yourself?"

"Yes!"

As Xia Fukun said, he "swerving" and disappeared in the square...

Wang Lao San smiled and didn't smile.

"Hehe, don't you say it earlier!"