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The visitor was not a Han Chinese. Shen Fangliang frowned at this realization, and became more cautious. He turned his head to look at Yan Jin and Zhang Xianzhong who were about to fetch water for freshening up in the room, and said, "Close the door and don't let anyone in."

Yin Risheng, who was hiding in the corner, raised his head timidly to look at Shen Fangliang, and after being glanced at by Shen Fangliang, he quickly lowered his head. Shen Fangliang frowned at this cowardly look, and then raised his hand to prevent Yin Risheng from appearing again. The acupoints are fixed.

Seeing Shen Fangliang's cautious expression different from the previous period, Yan Jin was a little puzzled, and asked, "What's the matter? Isn't it just for the martial arts competition? Do you need to be so nervous?" In fact, when the first martial artist came to the door During the challenge, Yan Jin, an innocent scholar who has never seen a fight in the world, was still very nervous, but when he saw Shen Fangliang's one-sided brutality to challenge people, Yan Jin became very despised of this kind of martial arts competition In order to wait, later, well, it is inhumane to disturb other people's sleep, Yan Jin is a little tired of these endless challengers.

Zhang Xianzhong's mental journey was similar to Yan Jin's, and he also asked at this time: "What's wrong?"

Shen Fangliang shook his head and said, "I hope it's just me being careless." Then he turned his head and told Ah Sha, "Ah Sha, look after the house, don't let anyone enter the house except me."

After speaking, he turned out of the window, and when he turned over to the roof, he even swiped the open window shut with the wind of his palm.

Standing tall and tall in the moonlight, Shen Fangliang stood on the blue tiles, looked at the person who came, and saw the person wearing a big tall hat, half-clothed cassock, clasping his palms together to perform the Buddha ceremony, speaking in stiff Chinese Said: "Shen Shaoxia, look forward to it for a long time."

This is a lama, Shen Fangliang judged it after looking at it like this, and at the same time returned the salute, saying: "Master, thank you."

The lama who claimed to be Mo Luocha said: "I first entered the Central Plains, and I don't understand etiquette, but the way of warriors is no different. I heard that you are very powerful, so I come to challenge you."

Shen Fangliang's expression was serious, and the moonlight was shining brightly on his face, giving him a solemn and solemn feeling, but at this moment, Shen Fangliang was complaining in his heart: I wiped it, will this become an international problem if I am not careful? up!It seems that maybe Tubo and the Eastern Wei Dynasty are still in a potential war conflict on the border.

Can't help but glanced around, Shen Fangliang felt a little angry in his heart, and thought, "When I had nothing to do before, I was very strict, but now there is really something to do, why is there no one? Those tolerances in official uniforms Woolen cloth?Where did you go?Come out quickly, please!

Shen Fangliang's heart was very active here, but the lama named Mo Luocha over there was not that complicated. He performed a Buddhist salute and said directly: "Please!" Call here.

When this punch came, the wind was astonishing, and it was mixed with a burst of fire, which made Shen Fangliang startled suddenly, and hurriedly dodged past with light kung fu. When Shen Fangliang retreated like this, the Lama Mo Luocha immediately changed his move, and the fist even He turned a very strange turn and hit Shen Fangliang's face directly, and the scorching flames rushed towards his face.

Shen Fangliang was startled, he dodged again and quickly backed away, the fist actually broke through the common sense of martial arts, and went straight to Shen Fangliang's face, without changing his moves, forcing Shen Fangliang to keep retreating, but one must know where the two of them exchanged their moves at this time It is on the roof, and the space on the roof is limited, that is to say, Shen Fangliang has been retreating, but when he retreated to the edge of the eaves, there was no way to retreat.

At the beginning of the fight with these two or three moves, Shen Fangliang almost seemed to be at a disadvantage and was beaten. This made him a little angry. At this time, there was no way to retreat, and he did not retreat. He raised his hand to his fist, intending to catch it alive. This punch, after all, if the two of them have done their moves well, Shen Fangliang, who is in charge of the "Nine Turns of the Heart Sutra" and has been practicing for a long time and has risen to a very high level, is still conceited. too much.

However, this is where the strangeness of the matter lies. The opponent's long fist hits the face directly, Shen Fangliang no longer dodges, and fights with his palm, but the fist that was just in front of him suddenly disappeared, and then Shen Fangliang suddenly felt the pain in his chest. There was a sharp pain, but somehow he had been punched.

Instinctively, the true qi of the Nine-turn Heart Meridian in the body automatically begins to resist the strong yang force that invades the meridian when it is attacked, but that kind of true qi is extremely strange, it is not like any other school of inner energy in the Central Plains, it is like a swimming snake Generally, it penetrates into the body and "attacks" like a needle tip.

Shen Fangliang, who was punched hard on his chest, had to back up. He turned over and fell off the roof. The meridian in his chest was injured, and Shen Fangliang couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He staggered a few steps before standing still.

Shen Fangliang fell from the roof, the lama seemed to be quite self-reliant, he didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, but put his palms together after closing the move, and performed a Buddha ceremony.

The complexion of Shen Fangliang's body was already fair, and his appearance was delicate. Under the moonlight, it was as delicate and beautiful as a porcelain doll. At this time, there was a touch of blood red, which made the whiter whiter and the red redder. Thrilling beauty.

Looking at this scene, Mo Luocha seemed to be stunned for a moment, slightly lost in thought, but then he closed his eyes and began to chant sutras. After a while, when he opened his eyes again, the Lama Mo Luocha's expression returned to the colder expression just now.

Slightly closed his eyes, running the "Nine Turns Heart Sutra", healed his injury almost instantly, opened his eyes, Shen Fangliang looked cold, wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth with his hands, secretly lucky, for the first time, facing these mosquito-like Shen Fangliang, the warrior who challenged him, had never experienced rank nine infuriating luck in his whole body, and he treated the opponent in front of him seriously and even with a bit of murderous intent.

And almost at the same time, a group of Dali Temple Gongmen in flying fish suits stepped on the roof like they were walking on the ground, and flew to the inn where Shen Fangliang stayed. Not far away, quietly watching the contest between Shen Fangliang and Mo Luocha.