Chapter 385: Duel
When Luohe Futu, the great elder of the Duanmu family, came with Luo Changfeng, even Duanmu Heiming stood up to greet him.
He walked quickly and looked at the white-haired and blind Luohe Buddha with a smile on his face. He kindly said, "How is the great elder?"
A faint smile appeared on the old face of Naluo River Buddha and said, "Thank you for your concern, the old man's health is not bad."
Duanmu Heiming said: "That's good, that's good."
"The Great Elder is also going to attend this Raksha Conference today?" Duanmu Heiming asked.
Luohe Buddha nodded softly: "Yeah."
"The ten-year Raksha Conference is a big day for the Duanmu family. Of course I want to participate. If Changfeng hadn’t told me that today is the grand ceremony of the Duanmu Family Raksha Conference, I’m afraid I, a blind old man, would even know it. I don't know, hey..."
Duanmu Heiming was suddenly embarrassed there.
"Don’t get me wrong, the elder, I didn’t want outsiders to disturb you... I know you’ve been meditating and don’t want others to disturb you, so I thought you were reluctant to participate in the Raksha Conference this time... so no one was notified. you……"
The Naluo River Buddha waved his hand slightly: "Wait..."
"Hurry up and get your seat." Duanmu Heiming immediately told his subordinates to say when he saw that Luohe Buddha really wanted to participate in the Rakshasa convention in front of him.
The members of the Duanmu family behind that hurriedly moved a chair from the side and placed it in 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: As soon as Luohe came out, the Buddha!
Even the Duanmu Black Dragon, second only to Luohe Futu, didn't have this spirit.
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"Miss, miss, you slow down." From a distance, I heard a female voice with a lack of breath, panting and running behind her breathlessly.
Take a closer look, this person is the girl Xiaohuan of Duanki Ying.
The one who ran scorchingly in front of him was that Duan Kiying.
"Still? Slowly, the Raksha Conference will begin." Duanmuying said as she continued to run forward.
The little girl at the back was already weak, but she was quickly pulled to the back.
However, Duanmu Ying had already rushed towards the sacrificial square at this moment.
When she saw that the Raksha Conference had not officially started yet, she was finally relieved.
"Fortunately, I caught up."
She took a few breaths and walked towards the front desk.
"Daddy." Duanmuying shouted to Duanmu Heiming when she walked over.
Duanmu Heiming frowned slightly before seeing the Duanmu Ying who had come.
"Ying'er, why are you here?" Duanmu Heiming asked.
Duanmuying said: "This is our family's Raksha Conference, everyone has participated, how can I not participate."
Duanmu Heiming snorted in his nose.
"Find a place to sit down."
Duanmuying smiled, 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 really saw Li Tianzheng standing there with a group of people in the front of the sacrifice square.
Those more than a dozen people were obviously candidates for the Raksha Conference, but Li Tian felt a little unique.
They are all four in a team, and he is the only one standing on the side coldly, not talking, and looking like an expression just waiting there.
"Patriarch, the time has come." He only listened to an old man next to Duanmu Heiming said slightly.
The old man's face was old, with wrinkles on his face.
Duanmu Heiming heard the old man say so, and then silently nodded.
After seeing the patriarch nodded, the old man slowly raised his voice two steps in front of the tower and said with a loud voice: "The dark torch has burned...The Raksha Conference is now starting..."
Following his loud voice, members of the Duanmu family all burst into enthusiastic applause.
"The rules of the Raksha Conference are still exactly the same as ten years ago... Each candidate for the Raksha Conference will be assigned an opponent, and those who win are honored and those who lose are also shamed."
"The Raksha Conference will implement a winning strategy too! Only one winner in each round can advance, and the loser will automatically exit... until the final victory." With the high voice of the old man. After the scene rang, this also meant the beginning of the Raksha Conference.
"The Raksha Conference will randomly select comparative figures, so start the drawing now."
After the old man finished speaking, a member of the Duanmu family in a black robe next to him quickly handed a black square-shaped box to the old man in front of him.
After handing it to the old man, the old man reached out and hugged him, and then began to shake.
Then he stretched out his hand and started to pick a spot from inside.
After quickly pulling out two small wooden plaques carved with wood from the inside, the audience listened to his words with great enthusiasm. They all wanted to see who the first game was after all.
"The first round of the Raksha Conference: Lin Juxiong, the disciple of the four elders and blood monks, vs. Liu Yanyan, the disciple of the three elders, the misty female ghost."
After the old man's voice sounded, the fourth elder blood monk sitting in the stands had a grinning smile, and glanced at the misty ghost girl who covered her face with black gauze.
And what about Li Tian under the stands?
I saw several girls over there blinking and looking at the round-faced beauty, Liu Yanyan.
"Yanyan, I didn't expect you to play so soon..."
"Yes, Yanyan, you must be more careful." The sisters next to each other were worried.
The round-faced beauty Liu Yanyan smiled slightly, showing 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 have no distractions and focus on the enemy..." The frost-faced beauty "Ruoer" who has never spoken next to her suddenly said.
Liu Yanyan turned her beautiful face and smiled and said, "Thank you, Sister Ruo, for your concern. Don't worry, everyone. I will definitely live and die."
But the disciples of the blood monk over there kept clamoring. The guy on the field was called Lin Juxiong. He blinked to see him. He was a burly giant man, 180 cm tall, a standard muscular man, bronze skin and that face. The pair of ferocious eyes on the top symbolizes his barbarism, and it really deserves the name.
It is indeed a bit unreliable to have this man like a bear deal with such a delicate beauty...
But the Duanmu family has never said that it is reliable or unreliable, and some only have the real strength of everyone.
Li Tian, who had been standing alone quietly, finally understood what the Raksha Conference was. It turned out to be the so-called contest.
He looked at everyone on the court with a gloomy look, and glanced lightly, without any words.
"Now, please go to the stage of life and death for the two players who just read the name."
