Just a bottom one! ”

"The woman actually ran to the polo field? Came to the wrong place, right? ”

The teenagers laughed.

In the scorching summer sun, the teenagers on the largest horse farm in Southern Chu looked arrogant, riding on tall horses and condescendingly laughing at the slender girl standing outside the fence of the horse farm.

And in the midst of their laughter, two teams not far away just began to fight, the earth trembled and there was a roar, the horses' hooves neighed, the horse field was dusty, and in the fierce collision, the boys who looked usually polite and polite became fierce.

The neighing of horses' hooves, and the clash of flesh and blood.

Amid the sound of broken bones, the faces of some ladies and young ladies who were sitting in the stands not far away, wanting to see the demeanor of the young cultivators of this Beginner Grand Ceremony, turned pale.

"This ......"

"Why is this polo so ......?"

"It's also barbaric......"

The ladies who were watching were stunned.

Looking at the pale faces of the ladies in the distance, there were thin young men with timid faces, but there were also many people whose faces were blood-red and excited, and they looked at the dusty horse farm excitedly.

The real polo, or the polo in which the practitioners participate, is completely different from the picture of the ladies and ladies riding horses and swinging their clubs and playing and laughing leisurely.

Polo is a very intense and dangerous sport.

After all, even if a person collides after running at high speed, it hurts the muscles and bones, not to mention the impact of a fierce horse that is many times greater.

Since the birth of polo, many people have been disabled or even killed by playing polo.

But this strong danger also brings unprecedented excitement to the polo game.

And this excitement and gore are often too exciting for ordinary people.

Even Guichen, who was standing behind Ying Baoyue, saw the picture of these sixteen horses running together at high speed for the first time, and he couldn't help but want to take a step back when he looked at the force that would be smashed if he couldn't dodge.

And at this moment, a ridicule suddenly sounded beside Ying Baoyue.

"Exciting?" A young man rode a black-headed horse, looking at Ying Baoyue and Guichen with a smile through the wooden fence, this person's arm was tied with a black cloth belt representing Qianqin, it was Guichen's acquaintance, Huo Zhan, the eldest son of the former Qin Huo clan.

Guichen looked up at Huo Zhan, who was riding on a horse with an arrogant face, and his fists clenched at his side.

In the face of his silence, Huo Zhan didn't care and spoke again.

The young man looked meaningfully at the women who were screaming under the pergola not far away, "But I'm afraid this is a little too exciting for the women." ”

(Later anti-theft)

"It's just a bottom!"

"The woman actually ran to the polo field? Came to the wrong place, right? ”

The teenagers laughed.

In the scorching summer sun, the teenagers on the largest horse farm in Southern Chu looked arrogant, riding on tall horses and condescendingly laughing at the slender girl standing outside the fence of the horse farm.

And in the midst of their laughter, two teams not far away just began to fight, the earth trembled and there was a roar, the horses' hooves neighed, the horse field was dusty, and in the fierce collision, the boys who looked usually polite and polite became fierce.

The neighing of horses' hooves, and the clash of flesh and blood.

Amid the sound of broken bones, the faces of some ladies and young ladies who were sitting in the stands not far away, wanting to see the demeanor of the young cultivators of this Beginner Grand Ceremony, turned pale.

"This ......"

"Why is this polo so ......?"

"It's also barbaric......"

The ladies who were watching were stunned.

Looking at the pale faces of the ladies in the distance, there were thin young men with timid faces, but there were also many people whose faces were blood-red and excited, and they looked at the dusty horse farm excitedly.

The real polo, or the polo in which the practitioners participate, is completely different from the picture of the ladies and ladies riding horses and swinging their clubs and playing and laughing leisurely.

Polo is a very intense and dangerous sport.

After all, even if a person collides after running at high speed, it hurts the muscles and bones, not to mention the impact of a fierce horse that is many times greater.

Since the birth of polo, many people have been disabled or even killed by playing polo.

But this strong danger also brings unprecedented excitement to the polo game.

And this excitement and gore are often too exciting for ordinary people.

Even Guichen, who was standing behind Ying Baoyue, saw the picture of these sixteen horses running together at high speed for the first time, and he couldn't help but want to take a step back when he looked at the force that would be smashed if he couldn't dodge.

And at this moment, a ridicule suddenly sounded beside Ying Baoyue.

"Exciting?" A young man rode a black-headed horse, looking at Ying Baoyue and Guichen with a smile through the wooden fence, this person's arm was tied with a black cloth belt representing Qianqin, it was Guichen's acquaintance, Huo Zhan, the eldest son of the former Qin Huo clan.

Guichen looked up at Huo Zhan, who was riding on a horse with an arrogant face, and his fists clenched at his side.

In the face of his silence, Huo Zhan didn't care and spoke again.

The young man looked meaningfully at the women who were screaming under the pergola not far away, "But I'm afraid this is a little too exciting for the women." "It's just a bottom!"

"The woman actually ran to the polo field? Came to the wrong place, right? ”

The teenagers laughed.

In the scorching summer sun, the teenagers on the largest horse farm in Southern Chu looked arrogant, riding on tall horses and condescendingly laughing at the slender girl standing outside the fence of the horse farm.

And in the midst of their laughter, two teams not far away just began to fight, the earth trembled and there was a roar, the horses' hooves neighed, the horse field was dusty, and in the fierce collision, the boys who looked usually polite and polite became fierce.

The neighing of horses' hooves, and the clash of flesh and blood.

Amid the sound of broken bones, the faces of some ladies and young ladies who were sitting in the stands not far away, wanting to see the demeanor of the young cultivators of this Beginner Grand Ceremony, turned pale.

"This ......"

"Why is this polo so ......?"

"It's also barbaric......"

The ladies who were watching were stunned.

Looking at the pale faces of the ladies in the distance, there were thin young men with timid faces, but there were also many people whose faces were blood-red and excited, and they looked at the dusty horse farm excitedly.

The real polo, or the polo in which the practitioners participate, is completely different from the picture of the ladies and ladies riding horses and swinging their clubs and playing and laughing leisurely.

Polo is a very intense and dangerous sport.

After all, even if a person collides after running at high speed, it hurts the muscles and bones, not to mention the impact of a fierce horse that is many times greater.

Since the birth of polo, many people have been disabled or even killed by playing polo.

But this strong danger also brings unprecedented excitement to the polo game.

And this excitement and gore are often too exciting for ordinary people.

Even Guichen, who was standing behind Ying Baoyue, saw the picture of these sixteen horses running together at high speed for the first time, and he couldn't help but want to take a step back when he looked at the force that would be smashed if he couldn't dodge.

And at this moment, a ridicule suddenly sounded beside Ying Baoyue.

"Exciting?" A young man rode a black-headed horse, looking at Ying Baoyue and Guichen with a smile through the wooden fence, this person's arm was tied with a black cloth belt representing Qianqin, it was Guichen's acquaintance, Huo Zhan, the eldest son of the former Qin Huo clan.

Guichen looked up at Huo Zhan, who was riding on a horse with an arrogant face, and his fists clenched at his side.

In the face of his silence, Huo Zhan didn't care and spoke again.

The young man looked meaningfully at the women who were screaming under the pergola not far away, "But I'm afraid this is a little too exciting for the women." ”

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