Chapter 302 The Contest of Geniuses

"It should be like this."

Seeing Xia Fukun's expression, Hou Feiyu subconsciously became worried about that ponytail.

It was also at this time that the two contestants on the field bowed to each other, after the referee sent by Jiuyou Valley announced the start of the game. The expressions of the contestants from that first-class school became serious.

After all, his opponent was much stronger than himself.

And that ponytail has a relaxed and casual look.

"This little ponytail should have two brushes, and it might be your strong enemy."

Seeing Ponytail's expression, Hou Feiyu immediately reminded Xia Fukun.

"Yep."

Xia Fukun nodded, but his eyes subconsciously fell on the opposite side of the ring, where the Jiuyou Academy was located. There, beside an old man with a white beard, was sitting a young man in a black suit. On the young man's face, one could see a stern look.

For some reason, Xia Fukun always felt that the little ponytail might not be the match of the young man in black. That young man in black is very likely to be his greatest enemy!

"Come on, I heard that you are a genius at Harvard College, let me see what is so great about your Harvard College."

The little pony tail looked at the young man opposite him and grinned. The upward arc of the corner of the mouth seemed to carry a hint of sarcasm in it.

And the young man in the early days of Tianyuan who he called the genius of Harvard College gritted his teeth at this time. Immediately afterwards, both hands quickly formed seals in front of the body.

"I've heard of you. You are the genius Wang Sicong, who the Little Immortal Academy claims is rare in a hundred years. But everyone is a genius. You are a bit too contemptuous of me!"

As the Harvard student said coldly, the seals in front of his hands also began to take shape.

A gloomy light was released from in front of him.

This gloomy light seems to be able to wipe out everyone's minds. As soon as it appeared, many weaker players on the scene felt dizzy.

Xia Fukun and others may be better, but Chang Yuxuan on the side fell asleep directly because of the power in this handprint.

"This student from Harvard College has something to offer."

Xia Fukun narrowed his eyes.

Speaking of which, those who can participate in the competition are all geniuses.

Xia Fukun originally thought that the ponytail would have a serious face after seeing the skills released by the opponent, but he found that the ponytail didn't respond at all. Even on that face, there was still a faint mocking smile.

"Fuck? This forced him to pretend?"

Xia Fukun couldn't bear it anymore. He has always been the only one who pretends to be compared in front of others, but today this little ponytail is pretending to be the best! To be honest, he also wanted to see what this little ponytail king could do!

Soon, the energy in the hands of that genius from Harvard College was fully formed, and with a roar, the eerie green glow in his hands was instantly thrown towards the pony's tail.

There was a whistling sound from the green glow in the air. As if to tear the space apart.

Xia Fukun couldn't help frowning.

This genius from Harvard College is definitely not the strongest among those who participated this time. However, with his early Tianyuan strength alone, the martial skill he can unleash is already as powerful as a full-strength strike in the late Tianyuan period!

From Xia Fukun's point of view, unless the little ponytail king Tie Onion has some means of suppressing the bottom of the box, then he can withstand the blow of the genius of Harvard College.

but--

Just when everyone thought that Wang Ticong was doomed to die and couldn't resist...

The arc of the king's mouth was even wider. The ponytail on the back of his head suddenly turned up.

"Hehe, if you only have this little strength, then don't come to the competition!"

"what!"

That genius from Harvard College didn't expect Wang Sicong to be so contemptuous of him when he hit with all his strength.

Isn't this looking down on people? !

However, before he could refute, let Wang Sicong put his attack first and then brag. He saw, in front of Wang Sicong, an illusory figure slowly appeared.

At the same time as that figure appeared, a loud roar resounded throughout the venue.

"Oh? This little ponytail is actually a summoner?"

Beside Xia Fukun, Hou Feiyu called out in surprise.

And, not only that.

Judging from Xia Fukun's eyesight, the ponytail king tearing the onion's summoned beast that appeared slowly has at least the strength of the ninth-order peak!

This little ponytail is only in the late stage of Tianyuan, how can he control a summoned beast that is one level higher than himself?

Could it be that this little ponytail also has the same golden fingers as the demon refining system?

Fuck! If that's the case, it's a bit too much!

Didn't you say that you are a pig's foot? How did this king shred the onion so fat?

"Host, are you a tiger? Is my demon refinement system that kind of Xibei product? Do you think everyone can have it? I think that this summoned beast that Wang Shicong possessed was probably adopted by his elders. It can only be used after he has reached the realm of Tianyuan."

It was also when Xia Fukun was puzzled that the demon refining system said something in Xia Fukun's mind.

"Oh, is that so?"

Xia Fukun was deeply suspicious.

Now in his mind, he would often jump out of the sacred site, when he met the self-proclaimed immortal Yang Yang, that Yang Yang said that he came to the holy site to find something. At that moment, he was thinking, what Yang Yang was looking for, couldn't it be the demon refining system? In particular, Yang Yang's ambiguous rhetoric made Xia Fukun feel that if he really reached the strength of the ninth level of Huasheng, then he must not choose to go to that fairy world! If he really went, wouldn't he send it to that fairy Yang Yang by himself?

Xia Fukun is still thinking about it. Over there, the demon refining system added a sentence:

"However, Wang Ticong's family should have some background. His summoned beast has the blood of an ancient sacred beast, Qinglong. If you can bring this monster, we will look for another Suzaku or Phoenix in the future." A monster with a bloodline can refine the corpse of the dragon, maybe there will be no surprises."

Xia Fukun's eyes lit up when he heard the idea of ​​the demon refining system.

"Brother Lian!"

"No! I just want to ask..."

"Can I catch other people's summoned beasts?"

"certainly!"

The demon refining system smiled disdainfully.

"The reason why there are summoners in the Jiuyou Continent is mainly because they can sign contracts with monsters. The monsters that sign the contract are called summoned beasts. But this kind of contract is just a low-level method in my opinion. .So, if you want to bring someone else's summoned beast over, it's naturally easier than ever!"

The demon refining system was originally telling the truth, but it didn't expect that after it finished speaking...

Xia Fukun leaned towards Hou Feiyu intentionally or unintentionally.

Xia Fukun remembers... Hou Feiyu seems to have a summoned beast Kunpeng, is it from the tenth rank?