The weather on the plateau was unpredictable, and He Bangwei and the others were still fine when they came out, but when they entered the grassland, they found that the dark clouds were gradually thickening.

This pouring rain has been rumbling down, looking at this momentum, it is far from being comparable to the rainy days seen in Luzhou.

Han Xiaowei was roasting a fire by the fire, smiling at the middle-aged Tibetan sitting next to him from time to time, helping him add cow dung to it.

This Tibetan is not like Tenzin they met at Qinghai Lake, he only knows a little Chinese, but he easily understood the meaning of the two of them staying overnight, and welcomed them in very warmly.

With another piece of dry cow dung, the Tibetans gestured to Han Xiaowei, a little puzzled as to why another Han guest was sitting on the side of the tent and watching the rain outside.

Han Xiaowei smiled, seeing that he was pointing in the direction of He Bangwei, he could probably guess his question, and compared his head with his hand to He Bangwei, which meant that he had a mental problem.

The Tibetans nodded in confusion and shook their hands at the sky, indicating that the rain would not last.

didn't understand what he meant, Han Xiaowei just smiled.

He Bangwei faced the rain outside the tent and thought about it attentively, this would make him feel that the curse of Zhihai had reached its peak, and it should subside after this while.

After this madness of burning out potential, after this, the curse will not become a climate again, it will only be completely consumed by him.

Thinking of this, enduring the pain of torn soul, He Bangwei showed a smile on his face.

In other words, the rain on this plateau is really extraordinary, is it because the rain is too high and closer to the sky? While thinking about such a question to divert his attention from the pain, He Bangwei slowly adjusted his breathing and breathing to recover the weakness of his muscles.

The rain was incessant and rumbling. Suddenly, a strange sound came into He Bangwei's ears.

Turning his head to look at it, he smiled bitterly, is it chasing at this time.

"Han Xiaowei, put on your backpack. Stay safe. A faint voice came from the door of the tent to the inside, and after Han Xiaowei heard it, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart when he saw He Bangwei pull out a long whip from his waist. Ignoring the puzzled looks of the Tibetans, he put on the backpack he had come from.

In desperation, he could only ride a motorcycle to find a suitable place to set up a tent according to his experience, hoping to meet believers to hide from the rain.

The rain on the plateau will not last long, although it will wash away the traces, but he can only hide from the rain and look for it, but he doesn't want to see a tent just now. He saw the Han tourist sitting there, slowly drawing the whip from before.

Dorjee sneered, it's really the master's blessing, you can meet it here.

Now, look where you're going!

Stopping the motorcycle a few meters away from the tent, Dorjee got out of the car and pushed it, letting the motorcycle fall to the ground with a loud cry. Mixed with the rain, it really came to He Bangwei.

Why are these monks so anxious, that old monk is. This little monk is also... A little helpless, He Bangwei was weak, and he didn't get up, and his waist and abdomen were stretched along his arm to his right wrist, and then he shook it.

The long whip turned into a black shadow and went straight into the rain, pumping towards the red-robed Dorjee.

Dorjee squinted in the rain. Seeing the momentum of the long whip clearly, his left arm stepped forward, and the long whip broke through the red robe, but his arm was fine.

Dorjee was very talented in martial arts, and at the beginning His Holiness Sakya gave him the name "Vajra". There is also the hope that he can surrender to the outer path and protect the tantric sect, and Dorjee has lived up to his talent since he was a child.

He Bangwei whipped to no avail, sprinkled his strength, and the whip went straight down to hit the monk's lower plate.

Dorjee struggled to take two steps in a row, and the muddy water splashed on He Bangwei's body, avoiding the long whip, forming a tantric vajra seal in his right hand, and hammering down He Bangwei's upper body.

The arm trembled, the whip tail wrapped around Dorjee's calf, and with a spit of strength, he kicked with all his might, and He Bangwei rolled backwards.

sneered continuously, Duoji had already seen that He Bangwei did not have much strength in his hands, as long as he protected his vital points, this person was the turtle in the urn.

In one round, He Bangwei had been forced into the tent, and Dorjee stood at the door to block it, his red robe dripping wet.

Seeing that there was also a Tibetan believer in the tent, Dorjee spoke in a deep voice.

The Tibetan slowly retreated into the corner.

Han Xiaowei was carrying a backpack, looking at this posture, swallowed his saliva, and said astringently: "Oh, why are you making such a fuss." That, it's good to be a human being just to be happy. Seeing that Dorjee had no reaction when he heard this, he began to persuade in a panic that "Tashi Delek" and "Leave, the most important thing is to be Hi Sen".

Dorjee did not understand Chinese, and the image of the master's injury came to mind, and anger rose on his face.

King Kong was furious and moved forward.

After the two blows just now, He Bangwei already felt weak, and there were bursts of tearing pain in the sea of knowledge, but he couldn't in front of him, so he could only squeeze out his strength and roll the long whip again.

After a few moves, the weak attack was followed hard by Duoji, and He Bangwei retreated again and again.

At this moment, Yu Guang glanced over, and the long whip flicked to the left, and the Tibetan dagger behind Han Xiaowei was pulled off with a whip.

Borrowing the momentum, the whip struck the Tibetan in the temple and knocked him unconscious.

Dorjee borrowed his kung fu and put a palm on He Bangwei's chest.

With a stumble, he fell at Han Xiaowei's feet.

fell to the ground, but saw a trace of joy on He Bangwei's face.

With a low shout of "go", the long whip was thrown straight, the tip of the whip was as sharp as a knife, and the tent was cut down vertically and thrown forward.

He Bangwei dragged Han Xiaowei out of the void.

Staggering, the heavy rain outside did not stop, and the big drops of rain hit the face painfully.

"Otherwise, let's surrender, he can't still kill people!" Han Xiaowei shouted loudly.

Surrender? Not to mention whether it will be fatal, but as far as surrender is concerned, He Bangwei does not have this word in his heart!

Dorjee shook off the tent, first squatted down and felt the pulse of the Tibetan believers, and then looked at the figures of the two people in front of him.

Run? Can I run as fast as my motorcycle? The red-robed monk showed a sneer.

The heavy rain hit his head and covered his face, He Bangwei staggered and pulled Han Xiaowei, the sky was so gloomy that he could barely see the road ahead, but the smile on his face became more and more vigorous.

Looking back, Dorjee seemed to be chasing after him because the speed of the two was not fast.

Pursue? Still dare to chase? Wait a minute, I'll make you look good. He Bangwei's body was full of mud and water, and his heart was also on fire.

Han Xiaowei looked back, and the red-robed monk behind him was chasing a bit loudly, and every step on the ground made a "bang" sound.

Seeing that he was chasing closer and closer, Han Xiaowei gasped: "He chased and came, don't run, yes, say something good." ”

Boom, there was a sudden explosion in the sky, and the rain gradually became lighter.

As if startled by the plateau autumn thunder, Dorjee saw He Bangwei standing in front and stopped.

Letting go of Han Xiaowei's hand, He Bangwei turned around and smiled at the red-robed Duoji.

At this moment, Vajra Dorjee actually had the feeling of seeing his master, His Holiness Sakya.

How can it be! I'm going to take him back to my master!" Dorjee stomped his foot heavily and rushed forward with his strength.

He Bangwei threw the long whip aside, smiled as before, but made a sword finger with his right hand, pointing diagonally at the ground.

A sword suddenly came from the sky, and my heart opened like the old sword. (To be continued.) )