Cerebrospinal canal
I started preparing to challenge the bimundane from the next day. First, according to the information I heard from Spot, I confirmed the position of the bilingual artist, and I made a rough note of the names of the prominent masters who were in the bilingual book. After spending money on what he knew so much, he released information like a Muslim who rolled around for ten years.
"How do you know so well?"
When I asked him out of curiosity, he laughed.
"You know, it's always interesting and funny to talk about Muslims in life. And there are quite a few aspiring aspiring aspiring dictators because they don't have a bad reputation. I'm interested, so I come by occasionally."
"By the way, is openness also in the fall?"
Spoon slaps his hand.
"Aigoo. Is there a place where people live that won't open? If you walk down a scruffy street and beggars wander underneath a remote tunnel, you can think of them as open elites. And then there's the open-ended heroes that sometimes wander around the back alley of the Fallen Sheep."
I thought about it for a while. I paid Spot for some information, but I thought I'd better visit Open and buy more information. However, because information is carefree, it could be bothered by being caught in the back of the tail later if you use it carelessly.
'Let's postpone the opening. I think it's best to challenge the Twin Moons once and then find out only the information you need.'
I ordered some food and went downtown. Then I started walking around the city looking for an armory. The streets were divided into commercial and entertainment venues and shops. The armory I was looking for was approximately three miles from the compound.
Once you enter the Weapons Shop, you can see the interior decoration that is quite dazzling. At first glance, there seemed to be a lot of poverty to enter. Of course, the weapon was almost expensive, so when I tried to leave again, the shopkeeper grabbed hold of the corner of my clothes.
Bam bam.
"Come, let's take a look at the goods!"
"... Haha, I don't have that kind of money."
"The things we handle are also commonly purchased from coffins. You won't regret it."
When I heard that, I just looked back at the weapons on display, feeling like I was going to watch. Since the Fallen Yang is full of Bladers and Jacks and insecure places, even an ordinary citizen could carry a weapon with permission. So it was originally like this weapons store that was not allowed to be built.
"Hmm... I must have one spear." And since the days of the Longsword are over, you should sharpen them at least once. I'd be comfortable with a dagger. '
But as I thought, the owner of the armory smiled and said,
"If you do that, you'll get 30 silver coins and 50 silver coins."
"......"
"I can give you a discount of up to 25 pieces."
Weapons dealer added in a hurry, but I couldn't live with myself. At this rate, it was definitely difficult to earn money all year long. Good weapons are expensive, but I also hated the feeling that the owner of the weapon shop was beating the price. I went out of that weapons store without a doubt, but they were similar.
'Dammit. These guys are negotiating a price. Everywhere you go, it's the same price.'
I frowned. If you are in a tight place and do business in the same industry, you will all be ruined at the moment of infinite price competition. The arms dealers must have weaved it from the right line and fixed a price to avoid it. Of course, the price was clearly the price of popcorn raised enough to equalize the Bladers.
But I felt a little uncomfortable. I traveled constantly, but always carried a single lance, sword, and dagger as my primary weapon. However, after studying under a manger for three years, the sack of the javelin decayed and became temporarily deformed and carried around a rubble wooden spear.
It was a wooden spear made by a blacksmith in a fancy tune. It was so lame that the guards wanted to see the spear and let me pass. If you use this a few times, it will probably break.
Moreover, a longsword that is often used is missing a lot. When I fought with a lot of strength, I almost broke my gray hair. This kind of weaponry makes it impossible to fight against the elite elite masters of the famous bi-speologist.
'Hmmm... I can't help it. I'll just borrow a weapon from you while I'm at it.'
In fact, this idea itself is not an idea for an unmanned person. The basic posture is to care about your weapon as if it were your life, and it is enough to be ridiculed when you enter a small area and ask to borrow a Dawn weapon. I couldn't help but overhear some of the criticisms of the historic Gate Clan, like the Twin Moons.
However, if you spend too much money on weapons, your future faith will become difficult. I needed to save my military money at the expense of some humiliation. I could go to the plaque in Fall Yang and make some money, but I thought it would be disadvantageous to leave as many traces of fall sheep as possible.
I made sure that the information I heard from Spotty was correct as the duo wandered around nearby that day. And I was a little bored when I checked the blood gate and the blade gate. I thought it would be at the level of a clan no matter how big it was, because it was the territory of a thousand chapters.
Another company had a mansion, but it was not that big. It seemed to be worth about a dozen lives. It could be said that the landscape is just as big as it is downhill.
Waggle Waggles
However, when I went near the iron gate, there were only hundreds of underclassmen running around, and I felt like I was wandering around the market floor. The inspection was not much different. This is absolutely amazing. It means that having a house in the Fall Sheep is worth living in. Having a hundred-and-a-half-year-old territory symbolized the horrific age. Perhaps Iron Doorbell or Taegeum Doorbook are the richest people in the Fall.
"It makes sense that even a volcano or a Jongnam can't touch inside an optimism..."
I guessed the reason why iron and tapestry doors were so fluffy. Since Zhang Yihan, another military leader, is a Muslim family member, it will be difficult to have an outsider's disciple. Of course, I can accept it as a disciple, but it is difficult to increase the size of the clan. If you expose an electrician, it will be a huge hit when you are betrayed.
However, iron doors and tapestries could be enlarged without any restrictions, because they were merely the gateway that was intended to be summoned as the apex. Like the blue dragon minister, fishing was also done on a massive scale by baiting the submarine workers. Moreover, in a situation where the dictators hold the power of the autumn forest, the talent of the autumn forest is almost like a bee.
I realized how ridiculous what I was trying to do was. How good are those masters who rule over the Great Gate as executives? Hundreds of pupils of the Moon & '92; s disciples were unruly in order to be strong enough to defeat the interference in the Old File Room. At least there were skilled people like me who could easily cope.
But I shook my head.
'Let's not be so negative. We don't have to defeat the Iron Door or the Tablet Door. I'm just trying to get a chance to fight a similar level of Muslim to trust my skills.'
After completing the search that day, I returned and quietly operated the Braindragon diary in the guestroom. In a very short while, I was nervous because it was turning the main part of the house. It was only because he repeated the Soju parade, which was able to maintain the vitality of the air and did not need deep concentration.
Unlike Soju, the Great Juju itself was a drill to increase the absolute value of the internal air and spread thickness in the blood vessels. When traveling to the Great Juju, he entered a deep concentration state, so if he was attacked, he could not be carelessly injured because he was fatally injured regardless of the hardships of the public.
Woohoo!
"......"
I felt as if the interior was boiling golden. After raising and lowering the energy to the head according to the energy of the main drink, my heart fluttered near my heart with the feeling of pulling my skin. For a long time, I gathered and focused my glances to control the enormous energy. After a long time, it dropped like a thunderbolt towards the dead end.
Kuang!
The whole body was heavily shocked. But there was no pain, and I felt a large part of the vein that had been blocked so far. I couldn't stop training because I felt progressive all day.
'What level of internal affairs do I have now?'
According to telemetry, I predicted that my internal affairs would be on par with those of the Old File Room. However, he said confidently that he couldn't measure my level accurately because he was a layman's body who had not trained much. After all, the only thing that could give me an accurate estimate of how good I was was was a Moorish who was similar to me.
I thought with my eyes closed.
'It's not the first family to be challenged. You have to challenge the Duomon first.'
The reason was a bit complicated.
If they win by challenging the big four, they are very sensitive to honor and are likely to try to bury it somehow. Moreover, fighting me may have a greater vendetta when defeated because it is the blood of the family. Also, because of the large deviation in performance instead of the small number of masters, it is likely that the best masters that I can't deal with suddenly will pop out. I didn't want to follow Saga around right now because my skills were so clumsy.
However, the two statements are different. There will be an evenly distributed level of numbers, and it is likely that the disciples are neutral to some extent because they are a united group of disciples for profit. Honor sensitivity was the same on this side, but there was also a high number of people who were more likely to regard a person as a 'loser' if they lost. If you think about it, it won't be easy, but you want to compete with two doors first.
Of course it's all in my head. No one knows what will happen if we go into battle. I was able to run the BrainDragon Dialogue once again, sinking for a moment as the misunderstanding crazed up. Once I started walking the path of nothing, my desire to win the battle was boiling.
The next day, I woke up at dawn and took a firm stance.
And he came to the front of the plate of the Iron Bloodstream, a traditional recipe for eliminating the most irrelevant from the fall sheep. Before dawn, two disciples of Iron Fist stood guard in front of the palace, half-asleep.
"Who are you?"
I answered the grave.
"I am white. I'm here to apply for a massage at Iron Door."
"... shampoo? Hehehe, this is..."
The two disciples looked at each other's faces and looked ridiculous. Then one of the dogs smiled and said,
"I haven't seen one or two of you, but I think you've made a foolish choice. Do you have any idea how many crippled, crippled romantics there are at the Iron Door?"
"Are you the one who decides whether or not to get the beetroot?"
His face stiffens slightly as I fire at him fiercely. Then he went inside and said,
"Okay, hold on a second. I'll follow procedure."
"I'll wait."
One of the disciples who heard my answer ridiculed me with a clumsy voice.
"Don't act tough. I'm gonna get beaten up and end up a moron."
Strong Chuck.
I thought maybe you were right. Now I'm standing here with more respect and hardness than usual. It was the first time I was going to try a proper unmanned challenge, so I had to be nervous. I deliberately smiled, thinking that I wouldn't be able to perform properly if I was this firm.
"Haha."
"......? Are you crazy?"
"Hahahaha!!"
I laughed whether he was confused or not. I was relaxed because I was smiling, and my muscles relaxed and relaxed. Having regained my sanity, the inner palace that boiled inside me also made my fist heavy as it flowed like a precious Great Boat.
Yeah, you can't lose easily.
I've been trying to find it for a thousand years.
If we were to lose here, we would just die.
A moment later, the disciple of Iron Blood came out and said,
"Hey, come on in. I'll show you around unarmed."
I followed him to unarmed. As you can see from the outside, the doorway was enormous. Hundreds of disciples sleep in the dormitory, as well as the gym in the arena. What's even more surprising is that it even looks like a military training ground. This is probably where the trainees work out in preparation for a clean test.
Shortly after, I was led from the wooden floor to a large indoor arena with a fragrant scent. Even though I was here before dawn, there were already masters who wanted to face me, as well as minor disciples who wanted to see the duel. Dozens of eyes were watching me with considerable pressure.
Hey -!!
Suddenly, the disciples shouted, "Your voice is loud." I thought it meant killing my chi, rather than shouting. When the sound rang loudly in the wooden room, it was very loud. Perhaps a confused Muslim would be overwhelmed by the sheep if they were shallow.
"These bastards? '
But I didn't want to lose on purpose in this enemy field. So I shouted at him with my inner air.
Ugh -!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kur Leung
"Ahhhh?!"
"Knng!!"
Suddenly, the wooden planks crumbled all over the building. And some of the subordinate disciples of the Iron Door, who were screaming, fell there vomiting blood. The whole building vibrates and opens wide like a door burst.
Then the man sitting across from me shouted.
"Gal!"
Rrrrrrrrrr...
Then the noisy room became quiet again because of my cry. The Qi surge that I emitted from the lions was abolished by the master in front of me. He looks around at the fallen Iron Door disciples with a bad look and yells at the disciples standing next to him.
"Fools... take those who have internal injuries to the Medicine quickly. And send the rest of you back to the dormitory!"
"I understand."
"And summon the doorman and the elders. Do you understand?"
"Yep."
You can see the elderly and the elderly moving in a frenzy. The interior is quite quiet as the wounded are lifted and the subordinate members of the Iron Gate disappear in the intestine. This place seemed like a very large training ground because of missing people.
When it calmed down, the man in the bag said with a trembling look.
"I'm sorry. My disciples were rude to test you for your condition. Understand me, Hung."
"It happens all the time. More than that, am I going to fight you?"
"Yes, I am called the Teacher of the Longevity Monk (63990), who is in charge of the Longevity Monk (63990) at the Iron Door."
Ugh...
He slowly lifts his foot and steps onto the ground, slowly getting up to the ground.
I stood up against the sword and stopped it.
I don't really know what the odds are for an underdog in iron blood glucose. But I could sense that he wasn't just made to look good, he was quite a master. It was because I not only erased my thousand-year-old lioness, but also calmly controlled my emotions. The level of unmanned ability he felt was very high.
What the hell? So the lion is doing everything he can for the rabbit? '
I was perplexed by the thought that the trainee was going to suffer. It was because he seemed to be able to shake his name even if he put it in the river in front of him. He glanced at me for a moment and said,
"Amazing... I've never heard of an innkeeper like you before. Which denominator are you?"
"I studied self-taught. I have no master or master."
You may know the blue dragon shaman, but I pushed you away. It was better to arrest them than admit it from the beginning. No one will threaten me with it unless I personally confront the Choongryong Minister.
Then, the junior chancellor drove his tears with his sword raised.
"Well... I can't beat you. But I have no intention of dishonoring the Gates. So why don't you wait a minute?"
"What do you mean?"
"Give me a moment, and I'll have a master of the Iron Gate standing up to you." You have to fight the best of you. "
What are you talking about?
I was nervous because I thought I was going to fight against Chongdae Lim, but that's where I got my tail first. I sensed that his words were not empty, and I realized that the junction was firmly misunderstanding the situation. He really thought he would lose against me, so he told him to call in the iron crest and the elders.
"What? I haven't had a chance to reconcile my internal affairs..."
But I did not accept the invitation of the junction. Instead, he smiled coldly and said.
"Are you the ones who talk about iron doors with one mouth? Don't be silly. Take my sword."
Somehow I'm in a hurry. My blade was sharpened, but I had a hunch that something would happen if I was dragged. So I decided to push the battle too hard.
"Well, what..."
"I'll start the massage."
Ka 'ang!
The next moment, my body rushed towards the junction of the landlord. He was embarrassed that he didn't think I would come for the door dance and opened the sword. I took a sharpened sword and used it to cut quickly.
The inspection was precise and refreshing. He was also very stable, so I had a hunch that he was at least a first-class swordsman. So I thought it would not be decided in a short time, so I attacked as soon as I shut up.
Shh-shh-shh!
Ka River
"Huff!"
As soon as he struck my sword once, he suddenly vomited blood and flew out of the chapter. Then, I got up hard and got down on my knees again.
"Wealth, anger..."
"......"
It was only five seconds.
I looked at my sword in shock, but the blade was still fractured. On the other hand, there was a blade embedded in the wall because of the black halves of the collocation. It was evidence that my internal affairs were overwhelmingly overcrowded. The disciple standing beside him exclaims in fear.
"Monsters, monsters, monsters! You don't think the Lord of the North..."
What's going on here?
I was standing there in a frenzy because I didn't know what had happened.
At the entrance of the arena, a calm voice echoes through your ears.
"You're a good challenger after all. Has it been ten years since you were this good?"
I turned my back and looked at the entrance.
Then I saw a middle-aged man in a fur suit and six unaccompanied men following him. The aura of a middle-aged man was tangible enough to be seen by my senses, and not enough for six unaccounted for, but was emitting considerable momentum.
Behind them, there were once again those who abused the sword that was hanging a thread like a foreman.
As they appeared, the Iron Door disciples everywhere shouted.
"Whoa!!"
"The doorman and the elders are here!!"
"The masters are all here!!"
"......"
I had no choice but to write the Death Note.
Son of a bitch.
By no means, even the duo who wrinkled the rainforest, Iron Gate executives who were at the leadership ranks, were gathered here.