Rebirth of the Earth Immortal Venerable

Chen Keer said anxiously: "Brother Chen Mo, run quickly! Otherwise you will lose."

Chen Mo still said calmly: "Don't worry, I said that if I can beat him, I will definitely win."

Chen Kexin sneered: "Hmph, you're not ashamed, I'll see how you end up if you lose in a while!"

When Ming Zhexuan came back from a lap and saw Chen Mo still where he was, he laughed and said, "Chen Mo, don't you know how to ride a horse at all?"

"It's better to take care of yourself and take care of others." Chen Mo said lightly, then gave a soft voice: "Drive!"

The horse that Chen Mo stepped down really didn't work, it looked sturdy, but it was far worse than Ming Zhexuan's horse.

Ming Zhexuan was riding on the horse, looking at Chen Mo from time to time, and sneered again and again: "This kid, I told him that the horse is not good, he just didn't listen, it's too late to regret it now."

Chen Keer stomped on the spot anxiously: "Oh, I'm all to blame. That horse is really bad. If Brother Chen Mo loses, it will be me."

Chen Kexin sneered: "Don't talk nonsense, it's that kid who is arrogant and has nothing to do with you. If he loses, it's up to me to deal with him!"

Chen Keer looked at Chen Kexin aggrievedly, and persuaded, "Sister, don't you always target Brother Chen Mo? Actually, Brother Chen Mo is very poor!"

"Poor? Stupid girl, don't be deceived by his rhetoric, where is he pitiful!" Chen Kexin sneered.

In a blink of an eye, Ming Zhe Xuan had already finished two laps, and Chen Mo was one lap behind Ming Zhe Xuan because of the late start and the slow running of the horse.

For a full lap distance, even the top rider in the world would never be able to catch up, not to mention that Chen Mo is just a newcomer with a very strange riding skills.

"That kid is sure to lose!" Ming Zhexuan's friends and little brothers, all of them smug, seem to have seen the result.

Chen Kexin also sneered again and again: "Little girl, that kid is determined to lose, you are not allowed to interrupt for a while, let's see how I can deal with him!"

Chen Ke'er pursed her small mouth and said stubbornly: "Sister, don't make a decision before the last minute!"

Turning his head, Chen Ke'er's beautiful little face was filled with a blind and firm look: "I believe Brother Chen Mo, he will win if he says he wins!"

Chen Kexin shook her head helplessly: "Stupid sister, it seems that you are so fascinated by that kid's rhetoric. He is a full lap behind. How can you win? Unless Ming Zhexuan stands still and lets him chase!"

Just as Chen Kexin finished speaking, the horse that Ming Zhexuan straddled actually stopped moving.

"Drive!" No matter how Ming Zhexuan urged, the horse just refused to take a step forward, and finally simply knelt on the ground and shivered, as if it had encountered something extremely fearful.

"What's the matter with this dead horse!" Ming Zhexuan was extremely depressed, seeing that he was about to reach the end, but the horse did not leave.

Ming Zhexuan's friends and younger brothers looked at from a distance, and said with a puzzled look: "Why is Brother Ming not moving? Isn't he also learning from that kid to release water?"

Another said: "I can't see it, I think there is something wrong with Ming's horse."

"It shouldn't be. Ming is very proficient in horse selection. With such a short track, even a sick horse can last the entire course!"

However, facts speak louder than words. Ming Zhexuan's horse is lying on the ground, no matter how Ming Zhexuan urges it, it remains motionless.

Chen Ke'er, the little girl's smiling eyes were bent into crescents: "Sister, you are so amazing, you can say this, that guy is really waiting for Brother Chen Mo in the same place."

Chen Kexin: "..."

Chen Kexin looked gloomy and cursed in her heart: "What the **** is this Mingzhexuan, why is it not moving?"

In fact, Ming Zhexuan was more anxious than anyone else, and kept punching and kicking the horse: "Get up, you dead horse, get up!"

When Chen Mo leisurely rode past Ming Zhe Xuan, Ming Zhe Xuan could only look up at Chen Mo, just like a mortal looking up at a god.

Chen Mo glanced at Ming Zhexuan lightly, his face calm, but in Ming Zhexuan's eyes, he felt that Chen Mo's expression contained endless mockery.

Until Chen Mo finished three laps, Ming Zhexuan's horse stood up and came to the finish line with Ming Zhexuan.

Looking at Chen Mo, Ming Zhexuan looked gloomy: "Boy, what exactly did you do? Why did my horse suddenly stop moving?"

Chen Mo glanced at him lightly, without answering, his voice indifferent: "You lost!"

"I'm not convinced!" Ming Zhexuan shouted angrily.

"Would you like another round then? I can convince you so far!" Chen Mo said calmly.

"You..." Ming Zhexuan really didn't have any confidence. He felt that his horse suddenly stopped moving. It must be Chen Mo's ghost. Even if you compare it, he will still lose.

"Okay, I surrender!" Ming Zhexuan sighed with a fate expression on his face.

Chen Mo didn't talk nonsense with him, and said lightly: "Remember, don't show up in front of me in the future."

Ming Zhexuan's handsome face instantly turned into pig liver color.

Chen Mo rode on the horse, returned to Chen Keer, and got off the horse.

Chen Keer ran up excitedly, raised Chen Mo's arm affectionately, and smiled: "Brother Chen Mo, you are so amazing!"

After speaking, Chen Keer peeped around and asked while he was unprepared, "Brother Chen Mo, how did you do it? Why did his horse suddenly stop moving?"

Chen Mo chuckles and said: "It's actually very simple, if you want to learn from me, I can teach you!"

"Really? That's great!" Chen Keer jumped happily.

"Ke, don't listen to him talking nonsense, this time he is lucky, and he just met Ming Zhexuan to pick a sick horse. Next time he will not have such good luck." Chen Kexin was very embarrassed when he didn't see Chen Mo ashamed. depressed.

Chen Keer looked at her sister with a smirk, and said with a smile: "Sister, sometimes luck is also a kind of strength!"

"You..." Chen Kexin was speechless, glared at Chen Mo, not speaking.

At this moment, a group of well-dressed youths were gathered around a twenty-four-year-old handsome-looking youth on the golf course not far away.

The young man smiled and responded calmly, seemingly comfortable.

However, when the young man's eyes suddenly saw Chen Mo at the racecourse, he was slightly taken aback, and he was pleasantly surprised.

"Everyone, I met an acquaintance and I will stay away for a while!" The young man convicted and got up and walked towards Chen Mo.

"Sao Yan, please!" several young people said politely.

Yan Shirong quickly came to the racecourse and walked directly towards Chen Mo.

When they saw him, Ming Zhexuan and others suddenly showed ecstasy.

"Brother Ming, isn't that the Yan family elder?" a friend of Ming Zhexuan shouted in surprise.

Ming Zhexuan, who was looking depressed, looked up and couldn't help but look surprised: "It's really Young Master Yan!"

"He seems to be here, shall we go over and say hello?" the young man asked excitedly.

Ming Zhexuan lost face in front of Chen Mo, but was not dazzled by his anger. Although they had an extraordinary family background, they were far behind the Yanjingyan family.

So if they rush to meet Yan Shirong, they might be offended by the other party.

"Wait, let's see what Young Master Yan wants to do."

"Yep."