Ancient 'star chasing' was so crazy!

On the track, under the sunshine, the young men are all heroic, proud, bright, handsome and eye-catching.

"You little bastard, you dare to set your sights on Ah Xiang? Today, I'll let you see what a successful man is!" Ling Qianyi held the reins and uttered harsh words. His extremely handsome face made countless women scream.

On another group of horses, Yang Wencheng opened his mouth with disdain:

"Ling Qianyi, aren't you relying on your mother being the eldest princess and your father being the marquis? Without your parents, you are nothing. How dare you snatch Ah Xiang from me?"

"Little bastard!"

"What the hell!"

The two cursed at each other.

The two pairs of eyes met in the air, instantly creating intense sparks and a crackling sound, and their momentum was equally matched.

Qin Ye's face turned black.

From what he said, it turned out that two people were fighting for this girl "A Xiang".

Two little brats, fourteen or fifteen years old, are fighting over love?

She was just in the third year of junior high school, and she knew nothing about love. When she was fifteen, she was still reciting "The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital"!

The two were seen arguing fiercely, and their friends also joined in, and the 'fans' of both sides shouted loudly to cheer for their 'idols'.

With the command of "start", seven or eight horses shot out like arrows, raising a cloud of dust in an instant.

"ah!"

"Come on, young master!"

"Young Master Yang is the best!"

"Young Master must win, must win, must be first!"

Countless young women followed closely with fiery gazes, their roars louder than the last, as if they couldn't wait to rush forward, pick up the horses and run away.

On the track.

After a distance of two hundred meters, everyone else fell behind, only Ling Qianyi and Yang Wencheng rushed to the front, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes ahead, sometimes behind, in a fierce pursuit.

Whoever reaches the finish line first is the winner.

Ling Qianyi gripped the reins tightly, bent his body slightly, his black hair fluttering in the wind, his slightly narrowed eyes staring straight ahead, his young face unexpectedly becoming three points calmer at this moment.

There was a bit of Zong Zhengchen's aura between his brows.

He pulled the reins very skillfully, used his body to control the direction, and waved the whip from time to time, and soon rushed to the front.

Swoosh——

He quickly turned the corner and passed it perfectly, leaving Yang Wencheng three meters behind.

Yang Wencheng panicked for a moment, lost his focus for a moment, and fell far behind.

"The young marquis is going to win!"

"Young Marquis is awesome!"

In his ears, the cheers and arrogance were rising vigorously, and the momentum was pressing down on him like a sky-high force. Yang Wencheng's face looked a little ugly.

If I lose in front of so many people, how will I have the face to show up in the imperial capital in the future?

How dare you look for Ah Xiang?

We must not lose!

Yang Wencheng lowered his eyes and looked at Ling Qianyi who was running in front and about to reach the finish line. A hint of evil flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, he rushed forward at an extremely fast speed. When he was close to Ling Qianyi, he swung the whip in his hand and entangled the hind legs of Ling Qianyi's horse.

Pull hard!

"hiss--"

The horse staggered and neighed, its legs suddenly raised high, Ling Qianyi's formation was disrupted and he almost fell to the ground.

At the same time, Yang Wencheng slapped his horse's butt, overtook Ling Qianyi and ran towards the finish line.

Qin Ye, who was standing in the crowd, saw Yang Wencheng doing something tricky, his eyes narrowed sharply, and he immediately took out a slingshot from the Qiankun bracelet.

aim.

let go.

"ah!"

The horse's buttocks felt severe pain, and it kicked its hooves in pain, throwing Yang Wencheng off its back.

Yang Wencheng was caught off guard and fell to the ground. The huge inertia pushed him back more than ten meters. He couldn't even stand steadily. With one foot forward and one foot backward, he did a 180-degree split on the spot.