Zhuo Yan's movements on the horse were dexterous and neat, which caused a burst of cheers from the surrounding audience, the insiders watched the doorway, and the laymen watched the excitement, and the horses were also very particular, although everyone was not optimistic about Zhuo Yan, but watching her movements on the horse was as flexible as the little swallow, and the people in the Xiliu camp felt a little more settled in their hearts.

Chu Xingchen personally led the horse to the starting point of the arena, this honor is unprecedented, you must know that Chu Xingchen is a cadre sent from above, if you talk about his identity in detail, he is afraid that he is one level higher than the mayor of Xilin Town.

Pan Duo looked a little red-eyed, it was also a game, the captain personally led the horse, but the old field leader on his side hated iron and steel, and stared at himself with two big eyes, the difference was too big!

Thinking of this, Pan Duo couldn't help but throw out a loud whip flower, ready to run a good result later, and stomped Zhuo Yan under his feet.

The referee spoke out loud for a while, then announced that he was ready to start the countdown and was ready to fire the starting pistol.

Zhuo Yan had already comforted the Black Mountain Horse and signaled it to enter the state of preparation, speaking of which, although Chu Xingchen's Black Mountain Horse was not a professional racing horse, it was very explosive, young and explosive.

Therefore, after receiving the signal of Zhuo Yan's departure, it rushed out like an arrow off the string, and the starting speed was not inferior to that of the professional racehorses in the racecourse.

Seeing the heroic posture of the two female riders, the onlookers at the scene first burst into cheers.

Pan Duo held her breath in her heart, and kept hitting the horse's belly with her calf along the way to speed up the horse, and her horse was also angry, running faster and faster, and soon opened a distance from the Black Mountain horse.

The people in the Xiliu camp were anxious, and they asked Zhuo Yan to cheer up, the big guy had long forgotten that Zhuo Yan rarely rode horses, and it was already a miracle that he could run at this speed.

Zhuo Yan didn't rush to let the Black Mountain horse accelerate, and the horse needed to slow down when it made a big turn, otherwise it wouldn't be able to turn at all.

Seeing that the distance of running was already halfway over, and the red turban was in front of him, Pan Duo realized this problem, and hurriedly pulled the horse to slow down, but the horse had already run out of character, where was it so easy to lose weight?

Pan Duo was tossing and turning on the horse, and here Zhuo Yan had already lifted one leg and flipped off the saddle, ready to bend down to pick up the turban.

At this time, the two horses were already two feet apart, and the Black Mountain horse was steady, maintaining its speed under Zhuo Yan's control.

Pan Duo forced his horse to lower his speed, and then he dared to turn over and leave the saddle, and with such a toss, the distance between the two horses was only one horse body.

At this time, Zhuo Yan had already picked up the turban lightly and skillfully, and the moment he picked up the turban, the black mountain horse jumped forward easily, surpassing Pan Duo's horse body.

Chu Xingchen looked anxiously at the end of the arena, and in his eyes, Zhuo Yan had turned into a light white cloud, and after picking up the turban, he easily sat in the saddle.

At this time, the Black Mountain horse had already run to the end of the race, and Zhuo Yan easily controlled the horse and turned, and had already begun to run the remaining half of the race.

Pan Duo was in trouble picking up the red turban, and although she forced the horse to slow down, it was still too fast, and when she bent down, she missed the red turban.

It was impossible to turn back now, so Pan Duo had to step into the saddle and pick up the turban when he was ready to return.