C132 Face smacking also has skills

The fine horses whinnied, the Combat Martial Sect’s disciple reined in their reins, and looked ahead.

Unknowingly, two figures had appeared in front of them.

One of them was dressed in grey, and his clothes were stained with mud. His face was as fat as a steamed bun, and because of the swelling, his large eyes became small. His small eyes stared at them coldly