Volcanic Spirit

Eight, legendary liquor, another appearance.

'Who am I?'

Lee Hwon blinked his eyes and looked around him.

Around a dozen people wearing the same clothes are walking in a row.

'Where am I?'

It was good when I came back from drinking Yook Tae-hwa Seobongju. A good drink is like a good medicine.He seemed to have grown up one more time overnight. Having such a pleasant day, we can wait until we achieve Samsung's accomplishment." One early morning, I had to pack up because of the early morning brush, and I had to leave Chodo-gak with less sleep.

In other words, this is not a safe initial angle.

'I'm supposed to be in the volcano.'

Yi Hwon sighed as he looked at the smiling coffins. They looked excited to see and eat in the village after they went down the mountain.

I don't even know how scary the world is.

'쯧쯧'

Yi Hwon came down the mountain with his tongue kicked.

I wanted to run away even now.

However, it was impossible to remain in the initial angle after rejecting the order of volcanic waves. In the end, no matter what happens, I had no choice but to endure until I achieved the achievement of the three sexes.

'By the way, tell me why you're going down the mountain.

Lee Hwon gave up trying to trace back memories.

Before his return, he was a perfect conduit.

Therefore, they were not entitled to be mobilized for the event of volcanic waves. Since he was in the lower ranks even within the political affairs office, he never dreamed of going down the volcano. Moreover, it is time for them to hold onto their broken legs.

'Thinking of his legs reminds me of him again.'

Won Won-hwi encouraged the Jinmu-gwan boys to pick a fight. That's why we had to throw away the ten-day incense in vain. It wouldn't have been so unfair if you had at least one sip.

It is unfair to drink a legendary silk drink like Yook Tae-hwa Seobongju. Myeongju is good because it is Myeongju, and cheap liquor is good because it is cheap. There was no reason for him to be treated like that.

Alcohol was enough because it was alcohol.

'You can just cut it off when you leave.'

Lee Hwon grated his teeth, breathing heavily.

"Are you already tired? Is your body not keeping up with your head?"

At that moment a cool word was heard.

Before I knew it, Yoo Gun-pyeong, who was in the rear, came to the end and looked at him. He seemed to think that his breathing, which was rough due to his anger, was lacking in stamina.

Misunderstanding is always welcome.

That way, even if you run away at night, it won't be worth chasing. They would not know if they were gone or gone.

Yoo Geon-pyeong was a little uncomfortable.

The boy, who is not capable and only clever, left a message like a threat not to let go.

Lee Hwon answered politely.

"I'm working hard."

"Don't forget what happened last time."

Yu Geon-pyeong left the word and kicked the ground.

He stepped on a branch and jumped to the lead with two steps. Lee Hwon breathed a breath, regaining his appetite at the sight.

'Not yet for him.'

It was impossible to quantify the potency of a perforated hematocarp.

However, he was able to measure his strength to a certain extent through the rotation of his blood vessels. Once the blood vessels are rotated, the body heats up like a fire, and the moment it stops, it finds itself. One such move was the state of the whole castle.

If you reach this state of the castle, you will repeat it twice.

As a result, the limit of internal strength and physical strength has more than doubled. But the moment it became the third castle, it had more than four times the power, not three times.

There seemed to be a faint increase in drainage.

Horsagans won't be too surprised to hear this story. The rise of the famous gate showed a snowball power that rolled down the slope as the achievement rose.

But perforated hemophilia is not just such asceticism.

It was clear that Shin Gongjeolhak, which digs into the mysteries of the human body and exerts its power, was a great example.

It is not until the four provinces that its power is revealed.

At the moment of reaching the state of the four provinces, the power of the blood was like a dragon with wings, not a snowball rolling down the slope. Figuratively speaking, it would have been four to eight times as powerful as sixteen. Therefore, reaching Palseong Fortress alone allowed me to conquer the world without permission. There was someone stronger than Lee Hwon, but there was nothing wrong with hiding or avoiding him.

For Yi Hwon, it was not until now that he dared to guess the power of the old castle.

'You can't beat Yoo Gun-pyeong now, anyway.'

That's all.

Outside the volcano, there was fear in heaven and earth.

So it's right to be on guard.

Yi Hwon asked carefully at Samachung.

"But where are we going?"

Sima Chung only lifted his head without answering. With a wooden sword in his chest as if to taste like a solitary swordsman's play, his eyes were fixed a little higher than the front. Seeing the bravado full of bravado, I missed the plain brush. If there was a brush that couldn't get caught in the procession, Lee Hwon would have run around and asked for information as soon as he could have dropped his words.

"Hey!"

Po Dae-woong crouched like a turtle at Lee Hwon's sour voice. After being hit a few times, he became a complete moron.

"Huh?"

"Where are you going?"

"I haven't heard anything either."

Lee Hwon kicked his tongue.

"Bam, you useless bastard."

Po Dae-woong was making an unfair face and spoke carefully.

"But how long do I have to carry your load? The adults said earlier that their stuff was, uh, ···."."."."

The moment Lee Hwon glanced, he blurted out his words.

"You don't know and ask? You don't have a brush."

Po Dae-woong hastened his walk, no longer responding to Lee Hwon's twisted way of thinking.

'Oh! It's dangerous outside the volcano.'

Through his life before his return, Lee Hwon has tasted the strengths of the weak and the strengths of the strong. Simply put, the strong of the weak are hell, and the strong are heaven. The heroism of a common talker has always been the strength of the strong man.

Abbreviation?

'There's nothing strange about being stabbed to death.'

Yi Hwon looked up to confirm the composition of the procession.

Maeng Yeom-chae, a great disciple, has the nickname "bankruptcy check" to match his bandit-like size. In other words, he is a person who likes to hang out with people because he has a cheerful personality. One such person lacked consideration for the weak. He believed that he would do well on his own, and he would leave it alone.

'And I'm not in a position to talk to.'

Three disciples of Ewha Womans University followed Maengyeomchae.

Yu Geon-pyeong, Yu Geon-pyeong, Chung Pyo, and Cheng Yo-ja, a Taoist.

There is no way that the two fighters can hang out with Lee Hwon.

The Taoist history of Hana Volcano was different.

They are trained in the martial arts of volcanic waves, but they are masters of the path of the old master. They were able to establish the truth and establish doctrines within the volcanic waves. As in the early days, most Taoists enjoyed exchanges with others and were gentle.

It was different from a warrior trying to train alone.

As Lee Hwon approached, the Cheongyoza talked to him first.

"Huh, your back is straight, your left and right balance is right, and your steps are careful, so your discipline is not shallow. In any case, human beings reveal their will in the direction of their toes, the width of their steps, and the depth of their footprints. This is the weight of your will, and you can see how hard your heart is. I didn't know there was someone like you at the beginning. What was your name?"

Lee Hwon was momentarily absent-minded.

If he were an uninhabited man, he would have done everything by patting his head. But how can he talk so long before asking his name?

"My name is Lee Hwon."

"Ah! It's you. As the death penalty said, it's a gateway to pay attention to. So, have you come to the frequency of the burial over time for what you are doing to walk the path of the warrior?"

Lee Hwon got sick of it.

At this moment, there was more resistance to the Cheongyo-ja, not the cold. The muzzle is like a legendary Red Hare. Before returning, he had a rare fight with a phonetic writer, but the intensity of the shock was worse on this side. I asked my destination, vowing never to talk to him again after today.

The way of asking questions was annoying, but I followed the way of the petitioner.

"I've heard that the mariner should keep away from the confusion and go straight. He also said that we should make clear the departure and arrival, and make sure that there is no harm in the process. But now that I've come down the volcano without knowing anything, I feel as if I'm trapped in a fog."

I'm getting goosebumps while talking.

Still, he was wary of what he had heard from somewhere until the end. Fortunately, the Cheongyoja seemed to be satisfied with the meeting of a conversational partner.

There is a place called Hwabukjang on the island. The owner of the silver market there has a deep connection with the main faction."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun