Volcanic Spirit

47, the beginning of the Six Monks.

Lee Hwon was amazed several times to see her wearing a mask that was adapting to Hong Chun- I wondered if it would be possible for any of the world's military exploits so quickly. Even a perforated hematocyst was impossible to grow so fast.

'Of course, the perforated hematocarps are the greatest exploits of all time, so it's worth it.'

After watching the growth of the mask, I came to a conclusion.

The bad news of the wall window must have mastered the vision of the villain: the art of singing. But when he was told the enlightenment of the Shinma, what he awakened was something else, not Changshui.

the true law

However, the truth was the act of using nature to make changes and to deceive humans. In a bad way, but in a good way, it meant the process of understanding and applying nature's essence.

'But the mountain musician's exploits remain the same.'

The mountain musician, who became a pillar of the Five Generations, still mastered the art of singing. However, he seemed to have increased the limit of his military exploits, which was set at 10 times, to 100 times. In that case, it might have been applied to humans rather than simply installing the truth on topography. Applying the meaning of the truth to a person meant opening up the potential.

"Maybe that was a byproduct of the acceptance of Shinma's enlightenment by accidently.’

Yi Hwon glanced at the cliff that was now torn down.

And stared at Talma, who was now the master of no-existing exploits.

Doesn't that mean your potential was that great after all?’

I was admirable, but I didn't praise him.

Even now, he is so proud that he is trying to knock down all the rear bases with one finger. Under these circumstances, heaven seemed to help the enemy's intrusion.

"You're really going to leave them to Talma?”

"Yes."

"If what I saw isn't wrong, he's learned what's written on the cliff like the backbenchers here. I came a few days early, but I've never mastered martial arts before.”

"As expected, you have a good memory."

Yeh Young-young laughed at Lee Hwon's lukewarm response.

"It's Hwangbo-sei coming from down there. You must have sharpened your sword because you were beaten by this grand compromise. But you're going to leave out this grand compromise?”

Lee Hwon snorted at the bottle.

"What are you talking about? Didn't you hear that the truth is going to open up? I'm going to pierce it.”

I won't stop it. I'll pierce it.

Ye Young-young asked for help in an absurd situation.

"Saekma. Ah, Saekma."

He must have felt awkward singing it himself.

"Hmm! What should Saekma say? Our lives are at stake."

"Everything at your will."

Saekma was rather excited at the thought of being able to watch Lee Hwon's status.

Ye Young-young looked at the bad words.

One she avoided eye contact.

He also argues that the escape of the bad news of the wall window can solve the crisis. However, if he opposed it, he would not admit to the bad news.

"I'll help you, too.”

I'll help you if you've thought it through.

Ye Young-young bit her lower lip.

It was too much to go into the midfield to get it from the Hoo Ji-soo who had already gathered here. However, if all the latter players are dead here, it would have been a waste of time.

"All gather around! Wake up! If you die like this, you die a dog!"

It meant dog death for her.

The latter players were buzzing at Ye Young-young's strange appearance, but quickly.

"There's a forest on the right, so try to avoid it."

"I will fight, too!"

He glared at the face of the postman, who had become full of energy after learning the technique for a few days.

"Don't talk nonsense, avoid it right now!"

The exhilarating voices of Talma were mixed in between her urgent cries.

"Brother! Can't you go ahead and knock it down?"

"Are you going to be okay?"

When asked by Lee Hwon, the mask glanced at his lower lip with his long tongue.

"Today is a day when everything is going to be successful in stealing."

One who lives by instinct took stealing as an example after opening up his potential. Then his words were like prophecies, and they were no different from what had already been done.

"Go."

Pavat!

At that moment, a new version of the mask disappeared as if it had permeated into the forest. Ye Young-young and the latter players were shocked. If you've learned the same thing, isn't it a completely different way of doing it?

"What did I just see?”

"Is that a red flag?"

Lee Hwon shrugged.

"There is no Hong Chun Ki Gong. All I have to do is to get rid of it."

Hwangbo Iron & Steel Co., the sole proprietor of Hwangbo Sega, has a meticulous nature.

Therefore, even though we were in a secret passageway where safety was secured, we looked around carefully. Then I saw the bodies killed by Lee Hwon. He sent out a reconnaissance to find out that the end of the passage was connected to the midpoint of Taesan, and that he was blocked by the truth.

He backed away without hesitation.

If you had enough time, it was natural to make every effort.

He went back to Huangbo Sega and reported everything to Ga-ju, and the existing plan was naturally revised. However, Hwang Bo-se, who had been relaxed, was on fire.

The forest blindness has moved.

Although it has moved toward a mountain musician, no one knows what the real goal is. In the end, Hwang Bo-sega immediately reorganized the troupe and sent it to the banquet hall where the Soryongdaeyeon was held. In addition, the elders were opened and all the elders were joined.

A forest blindness may covet the vision of a mountain musician.

Secure first if possible.

In addition, lay the charges of the murder of Gong and Ye Young-young on the malicious gossip.

The picture they had painted got a little bigger.

However, Hwangbo Iron & Steel Co. did not consider its failure as it looked at the faces of the elders who were with it.

"The only one of them that can be used anyway is Maehwa Prince Lee Hwon. If seven-wheelers and machine palos take turns attacking each other, the rest will be swept away like reeds."

Chilryunmujeol and Giipalno.

Seven and eight were called together, but they did not know each other. However, it became an assembly in the process of training together after being entrusted to Hwangbo Sega.

Seven-wheel dance was excellent, and GiGA-palo had different skills, just like its nickname.

"I will obey the command of the alien."

Fifteen fighters reached their zenith and were about to reach its zenith. Even Hwangbo Cheoljo, the master of super-time, had to deal with hundreds of seconds if he was the opponent, and if he was the enemy, he could not guarantee his life or death.

"Speed up!"

The Hwangbo Iron & Steel Company shed its gloom when it saw that the truth set up in Taesan had disappeared. Fortunately, a bluish cutout still showed off its grandeur on the top.

'I'm sure they'll be gathered around it.’

At that moment, the man who sent out the reconnaissance came back.

It was strange.

The man who had sent twenty men back was alone.

"What's going on?"

It was safe to call him a master, as he rose to the climax as a warrior of the Paryongdang. However, he gibberish as if he had seen a ghost, and then twisted forward.

There was a bamboo needle in the back.

It was probably only stabbing enough to come back in a narrow way.

"What is this?"

The warrior of Paryongdang stared at the counter-offensive and opened his eyes.

"Odeanju! That's the memorization that was dearly cherished by the three leaders of Paryongdang."

The Hwangbo Iron and Steel squinted its eyes and looked at the forest.

At that moment a wind shook the forest.

The shaking of the forest seemed to tempt me to come in.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Talma realized that she had become stronger.

It wasn't just because his body was reorganized through Hongcheon Kigong. Compared to just a few days ago, my mindset itself has changed into a different person.

'Go Cheon-rak is dead.’

He closed his eyes among the thick bushes and then opened them.

I could see a warrior walking cautiously step by step with his sword stretched out. The opponent couldn't hide his nervousness as if he was concerned about the quiet surroundings. The sweat on his forehead alone was different from his usual condition.

The horse was squatted and moved forward only by teasing its toes. One unruly weeping grasshopper neither stopped nor ran away. I was just trampled on and trampled on without knowing why I died.

A state in which no trace itself exists.

The movement of the mask was like a ghost.

He had broken the sword and turned it into a palm-sized one. Killing people was no different from stealing things.

Grab a thing, take it out, and it ends stealing.

A person is also finished with a slight stab at the urethra.

There was no need to poke nicely, powerfully, or deeply.

'I'm just saying what you'

Smoothed

A few more steps were taken to the left of the reconnaissance team, which was on guard in the form of a piece of goods. Then he stumbled three steps, and sat down with a vain groan of 'Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The back of the neck had been cut as short as a finger.

"Bitch! What is it? Are you a ghost?"

"Is this really a disenfranchise?"

The two remaining fighters reacted nervously.

"Let's get together!"

It was as soon as they tried to guard the outskirts with their backs against each other.

"Turn it off.

The warrior felt a warm heart, lowered his head, and sat down as it down. The warrior, who was left alone, was devastated just before to see blood flow from his colleague's heart, who was talking to him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Yum Yum!

He fell off without taking a single step.

At one point the back of the ankle was cut off, and the moment it fell over, a shadow fell from the air and stabbed it in the back of the neck.

"Ha."

The mask took a strange pose with his shoulders drooping.

Hong Chun Kee-Kong has no set rules or restrictions.

It simply pursues the most comfortable state of the subject, the completion of the natural retardation.

And with that, the spirit of the horse-riding has changed.

He was a heavenly orphan, wandering like Bupyeong-cho.

His obsession with roots was strong because he had lived on the instinct of stealing. Just as Lee Hwon was obsessed with his hometown and settled in a volcano, Talma was also desperate for someone to rely on.

Therefore, I tried to hide the name Go Cheon-rak.

I've kept it like a secret that no one in the world knows. One day, when my interest in stealing disappeared, I wanted to live like a normal person under the name of Go Cheon-rak.

But today, I gave up the name Go Cheonrak.

It's because of Lee Hwon.

He did as he was told, and there was a way to live, and there was a place to settle, and there appeared people who could laugh and chat. And he mastered the same martial arts as the right clothes, as he had promised. I was more pleased that Lee Hwon was not wrong than the fact that he had become stronger.

"Go Cheon-rak is dead.”

A few moments later, a dozen fighters came scouring the forest.

The mask seeped into the forest as if the body had changed color. Only one word he has left is ringing around him like a nebula.

"I'm Talmada."

Saekma's Chupal lineage is indeed a strange complement.

There was even a saying that the real vision of opening up was not a distinguished military achievement, but a drunk leader. Although he was a pupil of the deceased, he boasted of his achievements comparable to that of the hindsight.

"More than twenty people are dead!"

"The reconnaissance team has stepped down."

"The second team was killed.”

"The enemy has stopped. They're rearranging the battle lines!"

And the last report of Saekma was filled with joy.

"Hwang Bo-sei's soloists and elders came to the front! Talma stopped 700 people alone!"

Yeh Young-young and other back-scratchers were shocked. The postscripts were wary of each other and turned on their legs or trained in herbivores. Now that Hong Chun-gi's power has been revealed, he would have wanted to learn faster than others. It was a completely different feat anyway, but no one knew it.

"Did you expect this?”

Lee Hwon shrugged.

"I said Talma.”

Ye Young-young opened her eyes thinly.

She could not have imagined that Lee Hwon's description of the mask was before her return. Lee Hwon smiled as he recalled the appearance of a mask before returning.

"Hoot, you were not afraid of anyone unless it was an open plain."

If he comes back, I'll share a drink.

It was clear that the taste would be completely different from the alcohol I had ever drunk.

"Don't let your guard down! I was lucky. That place had been premeditated until a few days ago. So the enemy must be on guard because they're surprised by the small things. "Maybe soon, on a large scale, ········."

Yeh Young-young clouded her words when Lee Hwon smiled.

"What's wrong?"

Yi Hwon rose from his seat after emptying the bottle of liquor.

"We're dealing with that in consideration of that. Stupid! If you're going to read the military manual in front of your desk, just jump into the military. Don't be cocky in front of me. Because it's stuffy."

He shifted his steps with his back showing.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to show you why I'm in formation."

At that moment the sixth diagnosis, which was blocking the way to the summit, began to shake. The fog, which was twisting the truth, turned blood-colored and faded away.

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun