Volcanic Spirit

Lee Hwon hated Soma.

If the only joy before returning was drinking, the only gathering was the six-star monster. The time spent with the mask was the longest, but it is true that I believed in and relied on Soma. However, such a cow killed another monster and set himself up in a trap.

Wasn't it a dirty, beggarly life already?

That's why the sense of betrayal has doubled.

Hatred and anger did not fade away like they would reach heaven.

When I saw the face of a cow in an ant cave after the return, I thought I had found my life goal.

Kill him.

However, the group he belongs to is Cheonryongjeon.

Expanding rather than changing the goal.

Kill the entire Cheonryongjeon Hall.

Every time he drank, he vowed to kill every single person involved in the battle. That meant that he took an oath every moment. Thirteen people are left now that they have killed the white will and killed Anan and Aemae.

The manga chug called Lee Hwon a difficult question, asking him when he would kill all thirteen people.

But not for Lee Hwon.

Rather, it seemed like the easiest thing in the world.

"Tell me."

Even Lee Hwon's words, Junamno, known as the best among the real-name Samsung of the Jongnam faction, did not open his mouth. He kept his seat, stroking his drooping beard as if it would cover his entire face just like the first time.

"What is Cheonryongjeon?"

"I've heard it somewhere, ·······"

Some elders squinted their eyes.

Yi Hwon had been facing Jinmyeong Samseong in front of Eunhajeon Hall. Therefore, it was difficult to continue the offensive without the permission of the captain. In the meantime, the buzz spread to the word Cheonryongjeon.

"I think I saw it in the last official document of the Mooriman League, ·····."."

Then shouted Pung Cha-ryong, a long writer.

"Be quiet! What are you doing with your enemy in front of you?”

The elders and other members of the ministry regrouped their spirits in the old town of Jang Mun-in. However, Jinmyeong Samsung did not even budge, blocking Yi Hwon back and forth.

While Junamno was silent, Jinsannodo, who was guarding the front, aimed at a wide-ranging sword. Then Tae-eul-no-do, who had passed by Lee Hwon, shouted with his forehead closed.

"There was an official letter saying that the men and women of Cheonnyongjeon Hall seemed to have spread to Gangho, so that their factions should be fully prepared. But now that you've discussed Cheonryongjeon in front of Jinmyeong Samseong Fortress, can I say that you're revealing your suspicions because you're a cancer?"

The Taeulnodo is a long-standing precursor to a political faction.

The strongest of Samsung's real name was Tae-eul-no-do, even though it may be Junam-no-do. The large area was so absorbed in the composition that it rarely went outside, and the second, Jinsanno, had many problems with interpersonal relations due to the lack of sexual intercourse. Therefore, it was no exaggeration to say that the Taeulno-do was in charge of external affairs. As such, he did not know the weight of the cause in the fight within the political faction. But Jongnampa underestimated the volcanic waves and made mistakes. Therefore, he failed to respond properly to Lee Hwon, who claimed to be a dog named Anju.

But Lee Hwon touched something he shouldn't touch.

Jinmyeong Samsung.

If the symbol of volcanic waves is Maehwa Geomju, the symbol of the Jongnam wave is obviously Jinmyeong Samsung. Hana Danggeum Kangho weighed more on the latter than the former.

He suspected such a existence as a man of letters.

As soon as Lee Hwon nodded his head thoughtlessly, Jongnam faction would have earned a cause.

Lee Hwon said with his mouth raised.

"It's not a doubt, it's a certainty."

The Tae Eul-jin narrowed the middle of his forehead.

It is true that the opponent is obstinate, but it did not look foolish. However, he couldn't hide his doubts because he had his own self-possession.

"What?"

Lee Hwon pointed at himself and added words as if he was sure.

"I can tell at first sight."

This remark is not false.

There was a separate reason why Lee Hwon didn't mind despite the concerns of the loser. Gangrim marriage is a single practice powerful enough to order self-determination. There has been no such thing as magic to control the will of others since ancient times.

One root was Shinma.

Whoever was the owner of Cheonnyongjeon Hall, Chennyong separated unmarried alcohol from Shinma's enlightenment. Wasn't the Palwangmuguk Zone also created a new space by adding a perforated hematopoeia to the Shinma's enlightenment? That's how the manga's panhandler was made.

Maybe that's why.

Yi Hwon was instinctively able to recognize the leadership of the Cheonryongjeon Hall. Some people laugh, cry, get angry, and enjoy. Only those who laugh and cry well in the world could fill the Chang River.

'There's a unique impression.’

In the first place, the sensory apostles are those who maximized one emotion due to the ganglim conjugation. However, not only that, but also his face looked the same. It was impossible to make a person's face the same, even if it was a god of God. Therefore, the face itself must have changed.

I could feel the sense of incompatibility in the process.

Perhaps Lee Hwon was also able to do so because he had mastered the martial arts of the Palwangmujeon. In other words, the people who have been informed of the enlightenment of the Silla Dynasty must have recognized each other. It may have originated from this principle that the black robe of the Four Sisters covet Yi Hwon, and that a manga lover recognized Yi Hwon's top temple at a glance.

Shinma's epiphany reacts to each other.

This was Lee Hwon's prediction, and now I'm almost certain.

Yi Hwon shouted with one eye from the Jongnam faction.

"If he does one thing, I will apologize for the acts that have insulted the pro-South Koreans so far and comply with any punishment the pro-South Koreans have done."

The Mundo could not hide their bewilderment as the mood of Lee Hwon suddenly changed. It seems that the author's character is suddenly pretending to be a hero.

"If you take off your eyebrows, mustache, beard, and smile brightly, then you do. What do you say?"

The opponent was Noh.

This is the third time that Lee Hwon's sensory apostles have appeared following his rival's joys and sorrows. When I looked back at my former opponents, I laughed and cried even at the dying moment. It's the moment when another emotion is revealed. It's on the verge on death.

'So you can't laugh.’

Jang Moon-in, the seven swordsmen, elders, and even the gatekeepers were unable to speak under unexpected conditions. Some people looked blank as the flow of conversation changed from moment to moment.

Yi Hwon turned his back on Taeul Nodo and stared at Junam Nodo.

"You can cry if you don't want to laugh. Come to think of it. The Mundos were hurt like that, and it would be weird to laugh."

The Jinshanno-do crumpled his face.

"You're crazy. You're definitely crazy even if you're crazy. It's not that you can't, it's that you don't. "Did you think Jong-nam's greatest man would laugh and cry at your son's empty words?"

The Tae-eul-no-do was angry and fired.

"You should just die in my hands!"

The super-peak warrior was scattered with all his might.

Even the surrounding gatekeepers backed away with a firm expression on their faces.

And Taeulnodo strode toward Yi Hwon.

Yi Hwon was still relaxed and faced the Jinsanno-do on the left and the Taeul-eul-no-do on the right.

There was Junnam Labor behind his back, but he doesn't seem to care.

Black, ambiguous, and Anan only controlled the situation by using a ganglim wedding magic, but failed to perform their military duties.

As Hana, Jinsan and Taeul Nordo rushed toward Lee Hwon, the cool eyes of Junnam Nordo, who closed his eyes gently, flowed out.

Jongnampa is not located at the highest point of Jongnamsan Mountain. Rather, the surrounding peaks were used as shields, and the surrounding peaks were established in the middle. No one could think of looking down on the sect from anywhere else. It was not easy for him to see even if he gained his eyesight through the air due to the fog and the distance.

There was one here who did it very well.

He was a black man who confronted a manga lover in Janggongjando, the entrance to Nakanbong Peak.

He sat on a broad rock, tilting his glass of wine.

A middle-aged man who was watching said with a smile.

"I didn't know you enjoyed drinking."

"The guy I'm following these days loves to drink.”

The black man smiled and said, but the middle-aged man puffed his lips out of proportion to his age.

"Hmph! What is the same as someone who truly enjoys and only imitates? You don't enjoy it. Give me a drink, too."

The middle-aged man took the side of the black man.

Gwangmuje, who always carried a black man on his back, did not care even though a middle-aged man approached him without permission.

Middle-aged people were allowed to do so.

"Kha! That's great."

The black man smiled brightly and said,

"The abacus has a similar look to him.

"This is what you really enjoy. Maybe if you laugh at the guy you're after, he'll be like you. We have one thing to the limit.”

"Thank you for the nice words that make me feel better."

"That's it for the father! By the way, what are you going to do with the forest blind?”

"I don't know why you ask me that."

The abacus tilted his head.

"Can't you ask the first sensory apostle that much?"

"You have to respect each other's territory. Shandong Province is not my jurisdiction."

"But there's too much to be sprinkled on Taesan. That's why it's hard to determine the best time to intervene in the forest."

"Well."

"Already, the sensory apostles are moving differently because of the failure of the ant caves and the Hwachong Palace. Of course, it's to achieve the goal you want, but the process has changed. Because of you.”

The abacus looked at the black man with a curious look.

"If it's different because of me, it means we're not expecting much from the beginning. Just like I'm the only one to laugh at, isn't there only one person who should enjoy it?"

The black man's words were greeted with laughter.

"It's only possible if it's alive. I thought I'd have to ask you to let me live a long life. Why don't you cooperate as well as possible?"

"You have a lot of misunderstanding. Those who are supposed to die are just dead. And Shandong Province is under the jurisdiction of the Qing Dynasty. They're the same face anyway, so you can cooperate without any burden."

That means that he doesn't care about the blue man or the mastermind.

"Hmm, if one has not gained anything by killing them, can one be said to be the one who must die?"

"I got a good one after throwing them all away."

When the black man finished his speech and pointed to the peak of the Jongnam faction, he narrowed his forehead.

"I can't see."

"There's something I found."

"Yi Hwon! Are you talking about the one who killed the white, the ambiguity, and the one who killed Anan? Did you really choose him, leaving all the survivors of the masterpiece behind?"

The black man said with a hazy smile, like a woman in love.

"Yes."

On the other hand, Joo-jak narrowed his forehead.

"It's not good. He knows too much about Cheonryongjeon. I heard you know the way of the Heavenly Dragon War and the Ganglim Spirit."

The black man still looked down at the sect and said,

"People say."

The smile and softness of his mouth remained, but there was a strange coolness.

"If you get to know too much,·····.""

Gwa-de-de-de-de-de-de-deuk

The black man's face was distorted.

A grotesque look, neither smiling nor crying.

"You get preconceived ideas. For example, if you think the cost of learning the Gangrim wedding is the total abolition of military service."

솨아아아아

For a moment the black man's bizarre expression faded away, and a good-looking smile fell on him.

"Like now."

As soon as Junam-no snuck his butt out of the chair, he flooded Lee Hwon's back with incredible speed. The end of the walking stick was aimed at Lee Hwon's prestigious blood.

Love, love, love!

a superb blow with all one's might

Junam Nodo penetrated Lee Hwon's mind as the black man expected. Furthermore, I had already been warned by a black man about Lee Hwon's ignorance. So he didn't look back and tried to kill Lee with a single blow.

However, something shocking happened at that moment.

Lee Hwon twirled his body that he had been waiting for and sent a stick through him. Then he grabbed the wooden pole of Junamno, leaving eight ripples in a moment.

"I got you! You little bastard."

Everyone was surprised, including Junam-no-do.

A warrior thinks of many things before he wields his weapon. The more you became a master, the more options you had, and if you were a super-time master, a momentary move required hundreds of choices and concentration. However, Junamno gave up all that and chose only to concentrate his strength.

a sure blow of one's opponent's ignorance

However, Lee Hwon's facial expression seems to have dug a trap and induced him.

"Turn it off."

As soon as the energy of blood was penetrating, Junam-no-do could not even move while hanging in the air for a moment.

Lee Hwon grabbed the covetous beard of Junamno.

Then, he tore it off without hesitation and shouted at Junamno-do, who showed his bare face.

"Smile, you bastard!"

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun