Volcanic Spirit

Six, for the first time, I threw out the booze.

"They are."

Sima Chung explained their information with great nervousness.

The number of the conduit was assigned based on information about half a year after the entrance to the initial angle. Although the government officials did not admit it, the prevailing criticism is that they have set the order. The Jinmugwando Islanders who came down Baekpalgye were No. 3, No. 7, and No. 11, respectively.

Lee Hwon laughed.

"It's good money."

It was hard to imagine being ordered by Won Won Won-hwi, whose rank is No. 3 and No. 5. I'm sure the relationship was made at some cost.

It's not surprising.

As Lee Hwon said, it was a matter of picking the stars in the sky that the officials of the Jinmu and the political affairs officers became volcanic gateways. So the fast-paced ones have already planned their lives after the initial graduation. The choice of Jin Mu-gwan No. 3 would be to be a swordsman for Won Young's inspection after graduation.

"Ah! I've had a hard time for a few days because of you."

The 11th, the lowest ranked, grumbled.

A chatty fellow delivers a lot of information just by watching. Sure enough, he was able to see the situation of the official in the palm of his hand after the visit.

"No matter how hard you think, it's impossible for you to beat Ga-hwi. So what's the result? Traitor! It was crazy trying to find the guy who stole Won Ji-hwi's information for nearly twenty days. So how tired we must have been. You must have been annoyed a lot too, right? How are you going to compensate?"

"That's why the glass sword came to you in secret, even though you've banned it yourself?"

No. 11 snorted.

"We didn't come here to play with you, so we shouldn't be gossiping. The worse the ending, the more you have to keep it secret. For example, when you can't open your mouth, don't doubt us."

He frowned as if he were trying to scare him.

However, it is very funny to see that.

After all, no one can know what happened today except those three and Won Ji-hwi.

Lee Hwon poked his palm at the three coffins.

"Wait! You'll have to beat my Si-ha first to face me."

"Me?"

Sima Chung's eyes wide open.

"You've been working hard for ten days. Are you not confident? Who is to beat Won-hwi in the future and reign in the initial angle?"

"Me, me."

It's not a job to encourage a kid.

While Lee Hwon and Sima-chung were talking about their ears, Jin's coffin burst into laughter as if it were degrading.

"He's a Sima Chung."

"Oh! That was the half-man who couldn't come to the Tent of Meeting, without ability, without speaking, and without being able to come."

Lee Hwon was struck dumb with astonishment.

He had long given up his hopes for the superlatives, even though he was a superlative. It wouldn't be his own business. Volcanic waves are also at the beginning of the tunnel, which was made into a desperate measure due to the tilt of the holy spirit. Perhaps most volcanic Mundos would consider the superclimbing to be a part of the inner circle.

That's why the government officials can run like Mangjong.

Because I don't care about the volcanic waves.

'Still, he's a few steps ahead of the political officer.'

Look at the natural provocation, as if it were a direct death to the third-rate Blackdo. The tongue-tying, which incessantly stimulates and excites the opponent, was an inability to complete in a day or two.

'Podaewoong was like a babbling baby.'

Lee Hwon shouted, pointing to Samachung.

"You guys are right! So who's going to step up and scold this deficient fellow?"

The 11th was about to step up.

One Lee Hwon shook his head.

"No. You have to do it right to scold him. I think I'd like you in the middle."

The complexion's complexion clouded over.

Lee Hwon's pick was the 7th largest among the three, and his strength was widely rumored to be in the political arena.

"Well, that guy. Sniff! Power,······."

Still, trust seems to have built up over the past 10 days, given the thought of fighting in the first place.

On the other hand, No. 7 snorted.

"You can't be trying to take my strength out of that half-way. You're playing cute. It's been a while, so I'll pretend I don't know."

Only less than No. 11, but No. 7 is also talkative.

The chatter breaks your breath.

And it also lowers the value of men.

Lee Hwon spoke with his hand on Sima Chung's shoulder.

"He's a strong sword, too. "What did I emphasize in the strong sword versus the strong sword?"

Sima Chung gulped and murmured.

"Snowledge."

"I assure you, number 7 will be much easier than number 11. 그리고······."

Lee Hwon whispered seductively.

"You're going to be the man to beat the Jin Mu-gwan No.7."

"Oh! Good."

You don't stutter at times like this.

Lee Hwon pointed at the stairs with his eyes.

The back palpitations cleaned for days, but they were not much different from before. It was still thin, bumpy, and the leaves made it difficult to set foot.

Sima Chung nodded weakly.

Haven't you roamed the stairs dozens of times in the last few days? Lee Hwon even made him clean instead under the guise of training. But it was a total geographical advantage.

Sima Chung controlled her breathing.

And now instead of speaking naturally, I just opened my index finger.

"Ha! You've learned something strange from somewhere."

No. 7 laughed and pulled out a wooden sword. Then he rushed at Samachung with a ferocious spirit. His posture collapsed and staggered before he could take off one or three steps. Sima Chung, on the other hand, did not lose his balance while running from bottom to top.

Just like that's perfect!

The sword and the sword clashed.

One was a wooden sword that was directly worked out by Hwang Ui-dan, and the other was also a wooden sword that was paid through cost-hwi in Wonyeong inspection.

Therefore, instead of powder blowing, it was followed by a strong reaction.

This time again, Sima Chung first resolved his resistance. Haven't you learned the basic herd from Lee Hwon over and over again over the past few days? The way to give strength, the way to discharge force, and the way to distribute force were as natural as the fitting clothes.

'That's as expected.

No. 11 is a type that benefits from residual technology based on its small size. On the other hand, the No. 7 must have been trying hard to win the game. The seventh, like an angry bull, constantly drove Sima Chong, and at first sight, seemed to have already been overshadowed by its superiority.

Look at one Sima Chung.

He was smiling.

Sima Chung brightened his eyes as if he had been reborn.

'It's working. It's working!'

The same strong sword showed no difference between the gaps and weaknesses. Therefore, it was enough to overcome the difference in strength with the knowledge and geographical advantages learned from Lee Hwon.

"Hey! Join me, too."

At the words of No. 3, No. 11 opened its eyes wide.

Lee Hwon exclaimed at the appearance.

'Hooray! You know how to get the mood.'

I thought I'd be able to tell the difference when I'm in third place. It was like watching a children's fight, but it's nothing like that. It was clear that he won the rank of third in the position of the Jin Mu-gwan.

No. 11 did not hesitate.

The same official and top-down clothing is about the same.

Lee Hwon ran with his arms stretched out.

Over the past ten days, the blood vessels have grown on their own.

Blood filled with intubation sped through the veins constantly, stimulating the blood, and gradually disappearing waste from the body. As a result, the function of five senses has improved, and the cohesion of bones and muscles has also become dense.

Now there would be no rival within the initial angle.

To discuss the truth of the matter, neither was the third generation student of the Volcanic Wave afraid.

'I wish I had a good face.

Lee Hwon raced through the world even though he had mixed thoughts.

No. 3 opened his eyes as he was running stably like a flat land. On the other hand, No. 11 was completely focused on Sima Chong. Perhaps he was careless because he believed that the distance from Lee Hwon was considerable.

Relaxation and security are as different as heaven and earth.

The same was true of the results.

Lee Hwon shook off his sleeves as he brushed past Sima Chung and No. At that moment, a fully-acquainted chiropractor appeared.

The blunt end of the chiropractic rod, which popped out between the index finger and the stop, took a picture of shade 11. The moment he was struck by the elbow, he screamed and missed the throat sword. As soon as he hit the side of the sinking No. 11, he disappeared from the back eight world.

"Whoo."

Meanwhile, No. 3 took a breather.

His posture alone was superior to any other political officer.

If you continue to train and are lucky enough to stand out, you can become a disciple of a volcano. Hana is in a bad state of mind since she sold herself to Won Won-hwi.

Lee Hwon gave a lot of strength to the tread.

'This is.

At that moment, the rate of blood flow fluctuated violently as if it had doubled.

Normal psychology showed its power only when the internal cavity was extracted from the Danjeon and then reached the desired place after passing the set blood pressure.

One perforated helix was different.

This is because the whole body was cut off.

So it was done at the intended moment.

As soon as Lee Hwon wanted to run, his inner workings exploded through the spring blood on the soles of his feet, and when he was about to punch, his inner workings remained at the fingertips.

It's a perforated hematode!

Although the achievement was not enough for a job, power alone was impossible for No. 3 to handle.

a pressure rod that reached its peak with a flash of lightning

No. 3 twisted his body reflexively.

Bugak!

The moment Chiapbong hit the collarbone, the victory or defeat was decided.

Puck! Puck! Puck! Puck! Puck!

In the end, the third fell down with a crab foam as soon as the Chiapbong sank deep into the pit of the stomach. Seeing him shivering and suffering, he felt like he was not going to die.

"I'll say hello to Wen."

"Ahhhh."

"And you know? If you talk nonsense, I'll clear out the real invoice and get out of here."

Lee Hwon's wistful threat gave No. 3 a nod at a tremendous speed.

'Now! Our stammering, ·····.''

The moment I turned my head, I saw a tremendous sight.

Sima Chung's full-fledged wooden sword was inserted at the top of No. 7.

Bugak!

The wooden sword, which would have been bought at the top of Hwang Ui-eui for a fairly expensive price, was shattered and scattered.

Sima Chung opened his arms as if he had won the world after lightly pushing the bleeding Chilho.

"Ha, I feel good."

"You really won?"

Lee Hwon's face, which was filled with the joy of Sima Chung, quickly turned into a poo-chewing look.

"You!"

One or two people could not afford to argue.

A laugh was heard from the upper part of the world.

"Oh, my! The Lord is always right."

"Was he a traitor in his previous life? Grease your palms. They'll smell. I'm going to make sure he's cleaning up properly. Okay?"

Lee Hwon narrowed his forehead.

I could tell who it was just by listening to the way I spoke.

There was even a voice of the most prickly opponent.

"Huh, it's been a long time since I took a walk with you two."

We were together until the beginning of the week.

Sima Chung began to tremble with his mouth open.

"Uh, uh, how. Uh! What do we do?"

Stairs are divided into exactly 54 steps by the boundary of the bend. Judging from the distance of the voice, 10 steps later, you could see the bleeding scene past the bend.

Lee Hwon breathed a breath.

"I can't help it."

"Well, yeah. I can't help it."

Sima Chung put down the broken wooden sword.

And he knelt down in the spirit of asking for punishment.

But Lee Hwon, who had to kneel down together, headed to the Jinmugwando.

What happened afterwards was a spectacle.

Lee Hwon sprayed alcohol on them after applying the blood that Chilho shed on his body. He even covered his nose and poured alcohol into his mouth. Then he sighed like a federal spirit.

"Oh no, I can't believe you threw away this precious drink.”

Sima Chung was puzzled and only his eyes blinked.

"What, what are you doing?”

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun