The three of them walked very slowly, and they could clearly feel the momentum of the seven people in front of them inadvertently, which belonged to the momentum of a high-level martial artist...

But from the expressions of the three of Dawei, Mu Rong, and Ma Jian, they did not show the slightest fear!

In the time of more than a dozen breaths, the three of them were only less than a zhang away from the group led by Rong Gang...

The three of them stopped and stopped.

The three of them had to stop, this trail was the only way for them to go back to the dormitory, but a group of seven people led by Rong Gang blocked their route back to the dormitory...

At this time, Mu Rong's huge guard horse was weak, and their faces were not very good-looking, they were not angry, but had a trace of fear...

When the three of them found Rong Gang and his party, due to the distance, although they could feel the powerful momentum that the other party inadvertently exuded, they could still bear it.

It wasn't until the three of them got closer that they found that Rong Gang and his party not only had more people than their own, but also exuded from each man, and the momentum of a high-level martial artist made the three of them even more shocked...

Pangwei's strength skyrocketed at this time, reaching the realm of the triple peak of body refining, but it was precisely because of this that his keen perception ability made him feel more clearly that the powerful momentum on the three of them was not only exuded by high-level martial artists, but also belonged to a sense of oppression at the martial artist level!

This feeling made him very uncomfortable, as if a subordinate met a superior, and a student met a class teacher, and it was the kind of meeting that had something to do with each other.

Pangwei's face was extremely ugly at this time, and cold sweat ran down his cheeks and dripped onto his shoulders...

Mu Rong and Ma Weak's faces were not good at this time, and they couldn't see where to go.

Mu Rong himself was black, and the pressure released from the seven high-level martial artists brought him a "white halo" on his dark cheeks.

Compared with the "red halo", the "white halo" on Mu Rong's face made him a lot more handsome, after all, as the old saying goes: "One white covers a thousand ugliness". This is not a fool's errand.

Ma is weak, compared to Dawei and Mu Rong, his face has not changed much, but his eyes are thickened, making it impossible to detect his empty eyes, as if he is plotting a way to deal with it... Can...

Ma weak's naturally drooping hands, as well as his legs wrapped in red leggings, trembled slightly, betraying him. As if to tell everyone present that labor and management have confessed!

Looking at the different expressions of the three people, Rong Gang smiled, the smile was so insidious, and the cultivators and martial artists standing behind Rong Gang also showed playful expressions one by one, looking the three of them up and down with their eyes.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely oppressive, Ma weakly screamed! Stretched out his right hand, trying to push away a tall man in a white robe standing in front of him.

This man, burly and eight feet tall, stood in front of the weak horse, and looked very tall.

At the moment when the tip of Ma Wan's right finger touched the tall man's white robe...

Syllable!~

The tall man made a move, and the speed of the shot was more than ten times faster than that of Ma Weak! A slap hit Ma Weak's right cheek!

Then look at it, huh~

Ma Wan was like a "kite with a broken string", flying more than two feet away, face down, lying on the ground, not knowing life and death...