Text Chapter 385 Showdown
When Luohe Futu, the eldest elder of the Duanmu family, came with Luo Changfeng, even Duanmu Heiming stood up to greet him.
He walked over quickly and looked at the white-haired and blind Luohe Buddha with a smile on his face and said kindly: "How are you doing, Great Elder?"
A smile appeared on Luohe Buddha's old face and he said slightly: "Thank you, clan leader, for your concern. I'm in good health."
Duanmu Heiming said: "That's good, that's good."
"Is the Great Elder also planning to attend the Rakshasa Conference today?" Duanmu Heiming asked.
Luohe Buddha nodded slightly: "Yes."
"The Rakshasa Conference held every ten years is the grand day of the Duanmu Family. Of course I have to participate. If Changfeng hadn't told me that today is the grand day of the Duanmu Family Rakshasa Conference, I'm afraid that a blind old man like me wouldn't even know I don’t even know, hey…”
Duanmu Heiming was suddenly embarrassed.
"Don't get me wrong, Great Elder, I didn't want outsiders to disturb you... I know you have been meditating and don't want others to disturb you, so I thought you were not willing to attend the Rakshasa Conference this time... That's why I didn't send anyone to notify you. you……"
Naluohe Pagoda waved his hand slightly: "Let's stop..."
"Hurry up and prepare your seats." Duanmu Heiming quickly ordered his subordinates to say that when he saw that Luohe Pagoda was really going to participate in the Rakshasa Conference in front of him.
The members of the Duanmu family behind him quickly moved a chair from the side and placed it on the top position.
Luohe Buddha sat down slightly.
After he sat down, Duanmu Heiming and the other three elders slowly sat down one by one.
Sure enough: when the Luo River comes out, all living beings will be massacred!
Even Duanmu Black Dragon, which is second only to Luohe Buddha Tu, does not have this courage.
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"Miss, miss, please slow down." In the distance, a breathless female voice could be heard running behind, panting and out of breath.
Taking a closer look, this person is none other than Duanmuying's girl Xiaohuan.
It was Duanmuying who was running furiously in front of her.
"Still too slow? If it's any slower, the Rakshasa Conference will start." Duanmuying said as she continued to run forward.
The little girl at the back was not strong enough, but she was quickly pulled to the back.
However, Duanmuying was already running quickly towards the sacrificial square.
When she saw that the Rakshasa Conference had not officially started yet, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, I caught up."
She took a few breaths and walked towards the front desk.
"Dad." Duanmu Ying came and shouted to Duanmu Heiming.
Duanmu Heiming in front of him frowned slightly and saw Duanmu Ying coming over.
"Ying'er, why are you here?" Duanmu Heiming asked.
Duanmuying said: "This is our family's Rakshasa conference. Everyone is participating. How can I not participate?"
Duanmu Heiming snorted.
"Find a place to sit down."
Duanmuying chuckled, then blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at the crowd below. She was obviously looking for Li Tian.
Finally, Duanmuying's eyes lit up, and she saw Li Tianzheng standing there with a group of people in front of the sacrificial square.
The dozen or so people were obviously candidates to participate in the Rakshasa Conference, but Li Tian seemed to be a bit unique.
Everyone was in a team of four, but he was the only one standing aside coldly, saying nothing, just waiting there with an expression on his face.
"Clan leader, the time has come." An old man next to Duanmu Heiming said softly.
The old man's face was old, with wrinkles on his face.
Duanmu Heiming heard the old man say this, and then nodded silently.
After seeing the clan leader nodding, the old man slowly took two steps forward and said in a loud voice: "The dark torch has been burning... The Rakshasa Conference will begin now..."
As soon as his sonorous voice came out, the entire Duanmu family members in the audience burst into warm cheers.
"The rules of the Rakshasa Conference are still the same as ten years ago... Each candidate for the Rakshasa Conference will be assigned an opponent. The winner will also be honored, and the loser will be humiliated."
"The Rakshasa Conference will implement a winning strategy! In each round of contestants, only one winner can advance, and the loser will automatically exit...until the final victory." As the old man's high voice echoed throughout the audience After the sound of the sound, this also means the beginning of the Rakshasa Conference.
"The Rakshasa Conference will randomly select characters for comparison, and the selection will begin now."
After the old man finished speaking, a member of the Duanmu family wearing a black robe next to him quickly handed a black square box to the old man in front of him.
After handing it to the old man, the old man held it in his arms and began to shake.
Then he stretched out his hand and began to select places from inside.
After quickly pulling out two small wooden signs carved from wood, the whole audience listened to his words with concentration. They all wanted to see who was the first person to take the stage.
"The first round of the Rakshasa Conference: Lin Juxiong, the disciple of the fourth elder Blood Monk, vs. Liu Yanyan, the disciple of the third elder Kirigakure Ghost."
After the old man's voice sounded, the fourth elder blood monk sitting in the stands had a ferocious smile on his lips, and glanced at the Kirigakure ghost girl over there, whose face was covered with black gauze.
And what about Li Tian and the others below the stands?
I saw several girls over there blinking at the round-faced beauty next to them, Liu Yanyan.
"Yanyan, I didn't expect you to come on stage so soon..."
"Yes, Yanyan, you must be careful." The sisters next to her said worriedly.
The round-faced beauty Liu Yanyan smiled slightly, revealing two shallow dimples on her cheeks.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"Yanyan, remember that on the stage of life and death, you must face the enemy with no distractions..." the frosty-faced beauty "Ruo'er" next to her who had never spoken suddenly said.
Liu Yanyan turned her beautiful face and said with a smile: "Thank you, Sister Ruo, for your concern. Don't worry, I will definitely survive."
But the disciples of the Blood Monk over there kept shouting. The guy who came on stage was called Lin Juxiong. In the blink of an eye, he was a burly and majestic man, 180 centimeters tall, a standard muscular man, with bronze skin and The pair of ferocious eyes on his face symbolized his savagery, and he was indeed worthy of his name.
It is indeed a bit unreliable to have this bear-like man deal with such a delicate beauty...
But in the Duanmu family, there has never been such a thing as being reliable or unreliable. There is only the real strength of everyone.
Li Tian, who had been standing quietly by himself, finally understood what the Rakshasa Conference was. It turned out to be the so-called martial arts competition.
He looked at everyone on the field with cold eyes, glanced lightly, and said nothing.
"Now let's invite the two contestants whose names were read just now to come to the stage of life and death."
