Don’t forget that from now on, your Huairenfang and I, Yongxingfang, won’t obey anyone else! They’ll always fight back and forth!”

Mr. Zhou, who was riding a horse chasing the wind, laughed and said.

"Okay! So you are waiting for me here! Brother Zhou is so elegant, how can I, Song Yunsheng, back down!

Brothers in Huairenfang, are you willing to believe in Mr. Song? Bet on me to win!"

The young man in gilded clothes shook the riding whip in his hand and shouted with all his strength.

"Da Lang is mighty!"

The seven or eight riders at the back were all candidates for the Huairenfang Lecture Hall, so they naturally cheered and accepted the offer with a bang.

"As expected of the thirteenth jade unicorn on the Beijing Ranking!

Song Dalang, let’s go to the Xishan paddock twenty miles away and see who gets there first!”

Mr. Zhou seemed to be confident. He clamped the horse's belly with his legs. If the horse chased the wind two minutes faster, it would almost become an afterimage.

“It’s a deal!”

The young man in brocade clothes nicknamed "Jade Qilin" shook the reins, and his voice was like a bell that resounded through the official road.

The two gangs were fierce and full of fighting spirit, just like a long dragon, stirring up a huge battle.

Pedestrians and caravans on both sides of the road avoided each other and did not dare to block the road.

Nowadays, candidates from the martial arts hall in the outer city's Twelve Squares gather at the Xishan Paddock.

Those generals who have great merits and honors are working hard to become famous in Tianjing!

They work as a group.

Team up with each other.

Song Yunsheng and Mr. Zhou are the leaders of our martial arts hall.

"Hahaha! Song Dalang, your green-maned horse seems to be unable to outrun my Zhui Feng!"

Mr. Zhou laughed proudly and threw it down.

"Zhou Zian, you are so scheming that you actually cheated!

What elixir or herb did you feed Chai Feng Ma?

It actually allowed it to become spiritual and learn to breathe like a warrior!?"

Song Yunsheng observed carefully for a long time and suddenly asked.

He noticed that Zhou Zian had his mount on his crotch, and as he galloped, two lines of white air, one long and one short, were sprayed out of his nostrils.

This is clearly the breathing method practiced by warriors!

"A few days ago, I came across a 500-year-old blood-transforming grass, and I gave it to Zhui Feng to eat!

Song Dalang, I, Yongxingfang, won this fight..."

Zhou Zian's complacent and cheerful expression didn't last long before his expression suddenly changed.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The horse's hooves are like thunder, shaking the official road!

Smoke and dust are rising, billowing like a dragon, approaching quickly!

In an instant, a snow-white afterimage passed between the two fast horses.

Just like a dragon riding on clouds and mist, speeding like lightning!

The swirling air flow was like a knife cutting through the face, blocking the second half of Zhou Zian's words in his mouth.

"That's...what?"

"Did someone pass by just now?"

"So fast..."

Song Yunsheng tightened the reins, and the green-maned horse slowly stopped.

He widened his eyes, looked at the back of the rider who could no longer see clearly, and spit out the dirt and sand several times.

"Why are you riding so fast? What if you hit a pedestrian? You really don't have any grace!

Right, Brother Zhou?"

Zhou Zian also had a look of hatred on his face and nodded in agreement.

The two of them had a tacit understanding and never mentioned the competition.
Chapter completed!