In Chapter 8, the strength is not enough to make the concealed weapon

catch up with the black horse, even up and down. The man in black turns to look at Li Fu. Li Fu stands up and nods to the man in black. The man in black exits the crowd and disappears.

Xu Ziqing frowned, so quickly gave up?

look at the strong wind. After a chase, the strong wind gradually takes the upper hand. It crows at Xu Ziqing. Xu Ziqing has a light smile on his face. Before he can stop the smile, he hears a slight sound. His intuition tells him it's a concealed weapon. The concealed weapon didn't come to him. When Xu Ziqing turned his head, he saw a light point flying towards the fast wind.

Xu Ziqing was shocked. He picked up a stone and shot it at the concealed weapon with all his strength. The concealed weapon was blocked from the route by the stone when it was about to shoot into the head of the wind. The concealed weapon cut through the face of the wind and went to the ground.

there was a whine of the scratched gale, a heartbreaking horse, and the blood of the gale gradually flowed to the track.

"gusty wind ~ ~ ~" Xu Ziqing fell to the side of the gusty wind and looked at the long cut on his face. Suddenly, Xu Ziqing had a strange feeling, which made her hard to breathe. She was confused. How could she have this feeling?

"high wind, we can't compete. Let's go back." Xu Ziqing stroked the face of the wind. For the first time in many years, he felt heartache. Yes, it was.

the strong wind rubbed Xu Ziqing with his head, and suddenly he started to run again with his feet raised. His voice was not humble.

"high wind ~ ~ ~" Xu Ziqing looks at the high wind running far away. He is really a stubborn horse. He refuses to admit defeat even if he is hurt. He is afraid that someone will plot against the high wind again. Xu Ziqing chases after the high wind with his Qi raised. Such a strange picture appears on the track. A black horse is the first, a wounded horse is the second, and a small man is on the road for that A wounded horse was escorted.

the distance is getting shorter and shorter. Seeing the strong wind and catching up with the black horse, Xu Ziqing once again cuts through the air flow and flies towards the strong wind. Xu Ziqing stretches out his fingers to hold the dart, and then throws it back the way it was.

if you want to repeat the same trick, don't think about it.

seeing the scattered blood flowing in the wind on the track, Xu Zi wanted to point out the cave path of the wind and make it quiet down. But like people, horses have self-esteem and pride. If they give up, the wind will die of depression.

actually, Xu Ziqing, the dart, intended to shoot at Li Fu. Such a person is superfluous in the world. However, he changed his mind temporarily. He wanted Li Fu to see the white silver passing by him. Xu Ziqing wanted Li Fu to regret what he had done to the wind.

with Xu Ziqing's escort, and in full view of the public, Li Fu didn't make any more despicable moves, because he knew that the cartilage powder on the dart was going to work. This horse will get it by itself, and that man, if he can stay, will stay, if he can't stay, will kill.

the strong wind is as good as the horse, but the head injury of the strong wind is constantly consuming his strength, and his physical strength is gradually not supporting, and the speed is obviously slowing down. When approaching the end point, the strong wind suddenly falls to the ground, struggling to get up again, but it can't make the strength.

Xu Ziqing falls in front of the gale, squats down slowly, caresses the head of the gale gently, moans gently, has a short breath, tears flow from the corner of his eyes, and there is clearly a color of guilt in his eyes.

"it's not your fault for the high wind. They used cartilage powder for you." Seeing the weakness of the strong wind, Xu Ziqing guessed out the general situation.

reach out to the wound near the gale. It's a few centimeters away from the Gale's head. Use the internal force to continuously suck out the infiltrated cartilage. Xu Ziqing's palm gradually gathers small particles, more and more of which gradually gather into a green bean sized crystal.

in Xu Ziqing's eyes, there is a complex look. Such high-purity cartilage is scattered in the body of the wind, and it has fallen only now??

stand up in the strong wind and try to run through the end.

"high wind, let's go." Xu Ziqing stopped it and left for the field.

the wind is blowing and the hoof is neighing. Obviously, I don't understand why Xu Ziqing didn't finish the race. He can still be the second runner now.

"I'm only interested in the first place." Xu Ziqing looked at the high wind and said lightly.

the wind, unwilling to bow his head, followed Xu Ziqing and left the track.

"boy, let your horse catch up. If you catch up, you will be the second."

"that's right, that's five thousand Liang."

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people outside the paddock could not help shouting when they saw Xu Ziqing coming out with his horse. Xu Ziqing walked out of the paddock with a strong wind as if he hadn't heard. The high wind is a horse with self-respect, so lost the game, whether the heart is dry, the mood is low, drooping head, a strong breath, like what is in chagrin.

"young man, could you take a step to talk?" The man in charge suddenly came up before the game.