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The incense in the prince’s temple was full of fire, and the lit incense gathered into a cloud of mist and soared into the sky.

There are sounds of drums in front of the temple, either like a sudden rain, with a majestic atmosphere; or like a bead falling into a jade plate, awakening people's mind.

Five great men stood in front of the temple, holding double-beats to beat the big drum, either clicking, double-clicking, or hitting, or hitting, making fierce, jumping, generous, majestic, solid and powerful drum sounds, making people feel full of strength and their blood boiling.

A son of Songjiabao wearing iron armor and holding long weapons gathered in the square in front of the temple and lined up in a neat square of hundreds.

At this time, a middle-aged black-faced man wearing iron armor and holding a long sword walked out from the side, came to them, looked at them a few times, and suddenly shouted: "Fengya Formation."

Arrows are also called arrows.

Suddenly, the Song Family Fortress children in the square formation moved. One of them stepped forward in the middle, and the two wings next to them quickly retreated, forming a sharp arrow. With the fierce sound of drums, they thrust the gun, held the spear, and stabbed forward with the stick. The movements were uniform, neat and powerful, forming a sharp momentum that made people dare not look at them.

"Half-Moon Formation." The middle-aged man next to him shouted again.

The front arrow formation changed again, the man in front stepped forward, and the people on both sides followed closely, forming a one-and-a-half-month formation, holding weapons in hand and stabbing forward again.

Amid the shouts of middle-aged people, the formation formed by the children of Songjiabao changed one after another from the front arrow formation, the half-moon formation and the fish scale formation, and everything was in order without any delay.

"It's like a wave." The middle-aged man drank again.

When the sound was heard, the formation changed again. The front rows of people remained motionless, and there was a shoulder distance between them that could allow one person to walk. The people behind rushed forward from behind, stabbed the weapons in their hands with force, and then retracted them to stand; the people behind rushed forward again. The people stabbed forward one after another, decisive, resolute, and extremely brave. The momentum was huge, like a surging wave, and continued to advance.

"The terrifying waves."

Hearing the sound, the children of Songjiabao accelerated their movements again, holding weapons in hand, stabbed forward quickly, stopped, and then stepped forward and stabbed again,

Like the surging waves in the strong wind, it surging violently, surging forward, one wave after another, rushing towards the shore wildly, as if it would not stop until everything was destroyed.

"Stop, form the full moon formation, rest." The middle-aged man shouted.

Hearing the sound, the Song Family Fort children who kept stabbing forward stopped, retreated to form a square array, and then spread out like a circle, forming a circular open space in the square.

"Damn it, it's so deadly."

"My bones are hurting all over my body now."

"I'm so tired that I have to drink a few glasses of medicinal wine to replenish my food when I go back."

"Go to Song Mingde to get some snake wine to drink, you will definitely be full of energy."

"That old stingy, he regards snake wine as more important than life. He doesn't even see it. He wants to drink it? Dream about you!"

"You don't know this! Last time I saw my uncle get a bottle from him. I even drank a little bit of it secretly, and my blood was boiling."

"Really or not?"

"Why are you lying to?"

"Then I'll do some, too."

......

The martial arts performance of the Song Family Fort’s children has ended. They are in a circle and while talking, they take off the iron armor they are wearing. The iron armor is too heavy. Although they have trained it before, they still can’t stand the weight.

When they were performing martial arts, the villagers rushed over, and many of them came with weapons, hoping to wait a moment to show their faces. The circle they formed was filled with dense crowds, not only the people from the Songjiabao village, but also many people from outside the village and tourists who came to visit the fun.

Song Wen and Song Hu stood behind the Song Family Fortress children wearing iron armor and looked around. When they came, there were very few people. Who knew that when they were performing martial arts, there were more and more people behind them. After the performance, it was so dark that it was difficult to get out.

Song Wen turned around and looked around, and found a head protruding from the windows of the surrounding houses. Some even went to the roof to look at it. Those who were a little further away took out their telescopes and looked here. They were really doing everything they could.

There was a rush of people in the square.

The drum sound was originally played with the children of Songjiabao, and then they stopped to rest. After a closer look, they found that the people who beat the drum had changed. There was nothing to do. Beating the drum was also a tiring job. If it was not a rotation, the man who beat the drum could not stand it.

After a while, the drums sounded again.

"Dong, dongdong, dongdong, dongdongdongdongdongdong..."

The drums were as fast as a rain, and the sounds were urged to rise.

At this time, several old men wearing Song robes, with white hair and rosy complexion walked out and started to punch Taizu's long fist in the square.

One move, one style is extremely skillful and extremely powerful. You can hear the old people's shouting and shouting boxing style beside you.

After the old man performed, four middle-aged men with big swords and rattan cards came out. They caught each other and fought each other, rolled, jumped, and flipped, showing off their masculine style.

After a few people, a few young people stepped forward, one group after another, making it very lively. Song Hu was a little itchy when he saw it next to him, so he encouraged Song Wen to go up and show his face together.

If it were before, Song Wen might have agreed, but now he is nearly thirty years old and he has no vanity in his heart that he likes to show off when he was young. How could he agree to him?

Several more young men finished their martial arts performance with long sticks.

At this time, a tall man walked out from the side to the square. He was wearing black iron armor and holding a thick pumpkin hammer taller than his size. He looked very powerful.

The person sitting next to him saw him coming up and quickly moved his butt back so that he would not be hit later.

A tall man danced with a long hammer in his hand, like lightning, and shook hammer shadows in the square, either smashed, beat, or rushed. A long hammer was danced like a living dragon, roaring proudly in the sky.

After dancing the hammer, the tall man stood up with his hammer without blushing and gasping. He looked around and asked in a muffled voice: "Is anyone fighting me?"

There was a silence around.

"Manniu, no one will fight you, go home for dinner!"

"Yes, A Niu, go down!"

Someone beside him kindly advised.

This person's real name is Song Niu. Because he is big and thick and stupid, his peers gave him a nickname called "Manniu".

Manniu and Song Wen are classmates. When they were young, they liked to play behind him and Song Hu's butt. They were pigs slaughtered at home. I don't know if this is the reason, they eat too much meat and grow very strong. In addition, he is 1.9 meters tall, and looks like a glaring Vajra.

This guy has been very strong since he was a child, so no one in the village dared to provoke him. The long hammer he held was solid, with a weight of more than 40 pounds. People like him were considered powerful in ancient times, but unfortunately now, they could only follow him to catch pigs.

After asking, I saw that no one came up for a long time, Manniu was a little depressed and was about to go down.

Suddenly, when I saw Song Wen running up, my eyes lit up.

"Awen, do you want to fight me?" Manniu said happily.

"Ah! No, it was Ah Hu who pushed me in. Ah Hu wanted to fight you." Song Wen said quickly. He was full and had nothing to do before he would fight him. He was watching the fun below. Who knew that Song Hu actually pushed him out and must teach him a lesson later.

"Ahu?" Manniu heard this and looked back at him.

When Song Hu saw him looking over, he quickly turned his head away and pretended not to see it.

Manniu looked at it, shook his head, and said honestly: "He can't beat me. Last time I used three fingers to fight him, he lost to me. He even told me that he wanted to play pee, but in the end he couldn't pee."

The people next to him laughed.

Song Hu cursed in his heart, how could he say such a thing? You banana guava.

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