The moment he held the handle of the knife, Nurhachi's expression changed instantly.

‘Fraud?!’

The Ming Dynasty is a bunch of bastards who can’t shake the blue lotus!

No matter how awesome I am and how developed my abdominal muscles are, I still can’t make a decision with tofu!

Next.

Nurhachi looked at the other weapons, and with a sense of luck, he picked up the other knives and halberds on the weapon rack one after another. The more he picked up the weapons, the uglier his expression became.

Finally, he picked up a large hammer that seemed to weigh hundreds of kilograms and was at least half a man tall, and swung it with one hand, which made Nurhachi think he had become a super strong man.

Lifting the big hammer with one finger, the old slave's expression was very complicated.

This cheating device should not be too obvious when turned on, and it does not treat non-Krypton gold players as human beings at all.

On the viewing platform.

Ji Boying was stunned when he saw Nurhachi punching the big hammer with one hand.

Even a layman like him, who is an amateur with cold weapons, can see the obvious fishiness of the weapon racks in the ring at a glance, let alone other people.

Seriously, even if you cheat, don’t make it so obvious. Where can you put Lao Zhu’s face?

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Zhu Changluo, who was standing beside him with a proud smile.

This should be the arrangement Zhu Changluo just mentioned. He had done some tricks on Nurhaci’s weapon rack in advance. They were all made of iron-painted wood and hollow.

Many of the other emperors and princes smiled, with relaxed expressions on their faces.

In their opinion, weapons are enough to make up for the difference in stature.

"Not bad."

"You did a great job, boy!"

"Have ideas."

Jiajing Immortal, who looks like a crane, stood beside Zhu Changluo with his hands behind his back, smiled and patted Zhu Changluo on the shoulder.

Seeing that his father had spoken, Longqing's little bee also patted Zhu Changluo's other shoulder and said with the same smile.

"As expected of my grandson, he has a bright future."

Zhu Changluo was immediately flattered by the approval of his grandfather and great-grandfather, and he quickly saluted.

Old Wanli originally wanted to take a photo to show his identity as a father, but after thinking about the tense relationship between himself and Zhu Changluo, he finally took the fat pig hand back.

After all, Lao Wanli is still bitter about the fact that his power was forcibly given to Zhu Changluo.

As for Zhu Houzhao and Zhu Youtang, the Wuzongs further up from Jiajing, they rarely interacted with the Jiajing family.

After all, there was a direct line change starting from Zhu Houzhao's branch, and the distance between Zhu Jianshen and Zhu Jianshen two generations above was too far.

‘Laugh.’

‘I’m going to get beaten.’

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Changluo from the corner of his eye, and then took it back.

This guy.

Sometimes it works very well, such as raising troops and food for the Liaodong battlefield.

But sometimes, it is obvious that there is a lack of brains, such as tampering with Nurhachi's weapons, and it is still so obvious.

The reason why Lao Zhu made it clear before the war was that he insisted on having a 1V1 duel with Nurhachi.

What is the reason?

To kill Nurhaci?

Of course not, Lao Zhu wants to kill Nurhachi, but it’s just a word.

The reason why I persist is because Lao Zhu wants to prove something.

As the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, I can completely defeat the Taizu of the braided dynasty who later came to dominate the Central Plains in every aspect, so that I can feel relieved.

Otherwise, what is the point of Lao Zhu doing this?

"After the arena is over, Taizu will settle the score with you."

Old Zhu Di frowned, glanced at Zhu Changluo who was still immersed in self-satisfaction, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Do you know the significance of my father going to the ring with this slave?"

Zhu Laosi followed Lao Zhu Di's words and said, with a hint of coldness in his voice.

And, disappointed.

He didn't expect that these descendants would do such stupid things.

These two Yongle emperors had a very clear view of this duel, and they both clearly understood Lao Zhu's state of mind at this moment.

What Lao Zhu won was not victory or defeat, but the breath of his heart.

Ding.

The Wanli Crown Prince Zhu Changluo, who originally had a smile on his face, suddenly froze his smile, and suddenly realized the consequences of his magical operation, and his face turned pale.

As for Longqing Little Bee and Jiajing Immortal, who were still praising Zhu Changluo, the two father and son quietly moved away, one to the left and the other to the right, each further away from Zhu Changluo.

Zhu Changluo was stunned: Grandpa? Great-grandpa? Where is the promised marriage from another generation???

"My dear son, Grandpa Taizu is watching you."

Old Wanli, who had been silent at first, smiled and warmly reminded Zhu Changluo.

Father's love is so great!

At this time.

Lao Zhu, who was on the stage, frowned slightly. With his sharp eyesight, he could naturally tell at a glance that there was something wrong with Nurhachi's weapon rack.

After all, no matter how powerful a strong man is, he cannot easily swing a hammer that seems to weigh hundreds of kilograms with one finger. If he is really that capable, Zhu Yuanzhang turned around and ran away without saying a word.

‘Disgraceful.’

Lao Zhu glanced at Zhu Changluo on the viewing platform. Under Lao Zhu's look, the Wanli Crown Prince, who had just been in charge of the country for three months, knelt down in an instant.

And the pigtails around the arena.

Oh, no.

Just now, their braids and a layer of scalp were directly shaved off. Shouldn't they be called braids? Instead, they should be called bald Jurchens without braids.

This group of bald Jurchens with bloody heads and bloody heads all had angry faces, and each one of them cursed with blessing words such as 'Zhu Yuanzhang is shameless' and 'dig your Ming Dynasty ancestral grave'.

Of course, these curse words are all whispered in my heart.

After all, once you speak, your head will probably be chopped off before you finish the first half of the sentence.

Lao Zhu folded his body.

Pick up the machete on the weapon rack.

With a casual throw, the scimitar landed in front of Nurhachi, who was five feet away.

With a clang, the knife fell to the ground.

Nurhaci, who was scolding Zhu Yuanzhang for being despicable and shameless in his heart and thinking that he would bite a few pieces of Zhu Yuanzhang's flesh today even without a knife, was startled and subconsciously turned around to look.

He looked down at the scimitar on the ground, then looked up at Zhu Yuanzhang who was five feet away, with a bit of astonishment in his eyes.

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Obviously, he did not expect Zhu Yuanzhang to give him a knife. He originally thought that Zhu Yuanzhang was deliberately playing a trick on him.

Then, there was silence.

Nurhaci bent down and picked up the scimitar on the ground.

"Zhu Yuanzhang, you are a man and a respectable opponent."

"In return."

With your right hand, hold the handle of the knife tightly.

Nurhaci looked at Lao Zhu with a hint of admiration and a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

"I will leave you a whole body."

Lao Zhu frowned.

"The noisy Jian slaves talk so much."

The words just fell.

Bang.

Nurhaci's figure rushed out like an arrow from a string. In a few breaths, he rushed in front of Lao Zhu. With the scimitar in his hand, he chopped off Lao Zhu's head, and the sound of breaking wind exploded.

It can be seen that Nurhaci’s muscle explosive power is extremely amazing.
To be continued...