Zhu Cheng's face was as deep as water, staring at Wu Xiang.

"Wu Xiang," Zhu Cheng tried hard to recall the history of his previous life, "This name is a bit familiar. Who is Wu Xiang? I remembered that he was the father of the big traitor Wu Sangui. Unexpectedly, the father of this traitor was actually very skilled in martial arts, which was very different from the imagined traitor."

Zhu Cheng was actually not afraid of competing with others. From time to time travel to this era, he first knew the chaos in the late Ming Dynasty, and later he made up his mind to defend the prosperous Ming Dynasty for his brothers, so he started to exercise and learn martial arts very early. Even in the tense moments of building roads, he did not forget to exercise and kept his fist.

Zhu Cheng was a policeman in his previous life and was the criminal policeman who asked for the best fighting skills. His martial arts foundation was already good. In addition, he learned fighting skills from the royal guards whom Wanli gave Zhu Youjian, and his martial arts made great progress.

Zhu Cheng smiled slightly and said, "Since you sincerely ask, I will agree to you with mercy."

Zhu Cheng hung his weapon on the Desheng hook on the Huang Feima, and turned over the horse: "Come on, let me see how the martial arts of the Liaodong people are."

The audience was sensational. Everyone could see clearly that Zhu Cheng had won the championship at the martial arts competition and could not ignore Wu Xiang's challenge at all, but he was so arrogant that he agreed at once, which made people admire his courage. Moreover, Zhu Cheng spoke very cleverly, pointing out Wu Xiang's original hometown, turning his competition with Wu Xiang into a competition between Beijingers and Liaodongers, making the audience feel that they share the same hatred of the enemy. Beijing and Liaodong belong to the Ming Dynasty, but people always have a narrow rural plot. It is difficult for foreigners to challenge locally.

The more people look at it, the more they feel that Wu Xiang, who is fat from Liaodong, is ugly, while Zhu Cheng from Beijing is slender and has a well-proportioned body. He looks cute no matter how he looks.

So the public opinion on the field began to fall one side, and everyone cheered for Zhu Cheng.

Some boys who were afraid of the world's chaos actually shouted: "Zhu Cheng, kill the fat man from Liaodong!"

When Zhu Youjian heard this, wasn’t this a mess? Wu Xiang was not allowed to vent his anger on Zhu Cheng when he heard this. He hurriedly ordered Wang Chengen to find the examiner Zhang Jiyuan to see if he could stop the competition. If he really couldn’t stop it, he would have to replace the weapons with non-fatal weapons.

Wang Chengen was about to go when Zhu Youjian suddenly said, "Parent Wang, don't go."

It turned out that the competition on the field had begun. Before the competition, Zhang Jiyuan checked the weapons of the two. Zhu Cheng used a hammer and Wu Xiang used a gun. Zhu Cheng's hammer could not be changed. Wu Xiang's spear tip was removed by Zhang Jiyuan, and several layers of cloth were wrapped in front.

Zhang Jiyuan said seriously: "Both are both talents of the Ming Dynasty. In the future, they may be ministers in the same palace. It is not good to hurt either. However, there is no eyebrow in swords and guns, and it is inevitable that there will be some damage during the competition. I hope that the two of you will try to stop. If you have any killer moves to use Jiannu, don't hurt your compatriots."

Zhu Cheng and Wu Xiang nodded. As for whether they were taking it to their hearts, only God knows.

Zhu Cheng took off two octagonal hammers from the Desheng hook, and the two hammers hit, making a "double" sound.

Wu Xiang did not show any weakness, raised his silver spear and pulled a gun flower. Unfortunately, the tip of his gun was taken away, and the dazzling gun flower was inevitably discounted.

Wang Chengen said: "It's over, Zhu Cheng's weapon is a hammer, and Wu Xiang's weapon is a gun. As the saying goes, one inch long and one inch strong."

"Nonsense, I also said, one inch short is dangerous. Bah, one inch short is strong." Zhu Youjian glared at Wang Chengen, but the trembling in his voice clearly recognized Wang Chengen's words.

Wang Chengen took care of Zhu Youjian for more than ten years and established a deep relationship with him. Seeing him worried, he comforted him: "Zhu Cheng is a miracle. From his appearance in front of us to now, what can be judged by common sense? This time, he will definitely create a new miracle. Do you remember how Emperor Zhen of Guangzong evaluated Zhu Cheng? This kid is a monster."

In the competition field, Wu Xiang urged him to step forward, and shook his gun and was distracted.

Wu Xiang was strong, but when the spear tip was thrust out, the power was used on the front, while the spear was not strong on the side. Zhu Cheng did not block it. To be honest, he could not stop it even if he wanted to.

He stretched out his left hammer forward and knocked on the side of the gun. The direction of the gun was tilted. Then, he hit Wu Xiang's right hammer and smashed it.

Wu Xiang hurriedly returned the gun and carried Zhu Cheng's hammer with the gun. With a "default", the hammer hit the gun, making a sound of metal and iron attacking. Wu Xiang's gun was actually iron, which was beyond Zhu Cheng's expectation.

Zhu Cheng later watched a lot of TV series and visited the National Museum. He came to the wrong conclusion, that the tip of the gun is made of steel and the gun rod is made of wood. In fact, wooden gun rods are generally used during training, while guns used on the battlefield are basically iron gun rods.

Wu Xiang was strong and Zhu Cheng hit the hammer with all his strength. This made Zhu Cheng suffer a great loss. The tiger's mouth in his right hand shattered and blood burst out.

Both of them were riding horses, rushing forward, and two horses kicked in the wrong way. Wu Xiang swept across the iron spear. Zhu Cheng knew that he was not capable of carrying it. He lowered his body and swept over him and swept his helmet down.

The two looked at each other again, and Wu Xiang laughed and said, "Zhu Cheng, your hat has fallen off. If you continue to beat it, you may have life worries. If you say "Permit" to me, I will spare your life."

Zhu Cheng smiled contemptuously and said, "Did you blow Jiannu to death with your mouth in Liaodong?"

The two of them did not answer and rushed forward to fight together. Zhu Cheng was young and lacked strength. He did not fight hard with Wu Xiang during the battle. He fought left and right, and always hammered in places where Wu Xiang was not strong enough. When Wu Xiang stabbed and stabbed, Zhu Cheng smashed the side of the gun with an iron hammer; when Wu Xiang's gun was chopped and picked, Zhu Cheng urged the horse to avoid it, pushed the gun with the opportunity to help him make his moves older, and then attacked from the side.

Wu Xiang became more and more frightened when he fought. Unexpectedly, Zhu Chengwen was quiet and looked like a scholar, but his martial arts skills were so strong.

His iron spear weighed eighty kilograms and he waved his strength with all his strength. After a few rounds, he was already sweating and breathing.

Wu Xiang thought to himself, it seems that only by using a backlash can Zhu Cheng be defeated.

Thinking of this, Wu Xiang defeated the horse.

Seeing this, Zhu Cheng hung the hammer on the Desheng hook, took off the musket, aimed at Wu Xiang's back, but did not fire. Then, Zhu Cheng put the musket back on the Desheng hook, took off the double hammers, and chased after him.

Zhu Cheng's actions made everyone confused.

A young fat man in the crowd said to the old man Wuwei next to him: "Panpa Wei, what do you think Zhu Cheng meant?"

These two people were Emperor Tianqi and Wei Zhongxian who were watching the game in a mini-dress. This game was a provincial examination, and the emperor was not inconvenient to visit openly, so he had to dress up as ordinary people and sneak into the crowd. This made the emperor's guards very busy. He surrounded the side, cheered up his spirits, and pretended to be nothing.

Wei Zhongxian said: "Zhu Cheng is very wise and brave, and has great kindness and righteousness."

"What's going on?"

"Wu Xiang was a fraudulent defeat and wanted to trick Zhu Cheng into catching up and then use a reblade. Zhu Cheng aimed at him with a bird gun, which means that he had seen through this move. If it was on the battlefield, he could kill Wu Xiang's life with one shot. If it was not fired now, it means that Zhu Cheng took into account the friendship of being a minister in the same palace and was unwilling to hurt him."

Hearing the retaliation, Emperor Tianqi was shocked and said, "Will Zhu Cheng have something to do?"

"It won't be a problem, because Zhu Cheng has seen through his tricks. Please rest assured for the time being." Wei Zhongxian said this, and he was a little worried, because Zhu Cheng is the hope of the Wei family and cannot be broken here.

"If Wu Xiang didn't hurt Zhu Cheng, it would be fine. If he hurt Zhu Cheng's hair, I will kill him all over the family!"
Chapter completed!