Volcanic Spirit

Realization is like water.

Even if you put your finger on it with all your strength, it would flow down as soon as you float it to the surface. If one bowl or bowl was prepared, it was possible to fill it with water.

Realization is like this.

It usually sounds like nonsense, and even if it's something anyone can say, it's like a real saying that makes a person ready to be awakened.

In that respect, Lee Hwon was well prepared.

After decades of learning about the rare feat of perforating blood, he grew rapidly in the right direction only after his return. So it was safe to say that he was holding an iron vessel, not a fraud vessel.

But the problem is water.

Yi Hwon had no water.

There is neither a separate article nor a proper learning from the master. In addition, the Eight Yellow Monks added Shinma's epiphany to his exploits and created a perforated hematode. So I had to wait, believing that I would grow up when the time came.

'It all started from the day he stole his drink.'

Even if he had been normal at the volcano's training center, his achievement would have been rapid to the seventh castle.

It was the power of regression.

If you thought about Hana Pal Sung or more, you would probably need a lifetime of time.

Because there is no one to teach.

However, he climbed to Palseong Fortress before the change of seasons. It was when we faced a small thunderbolt from the Jinshanno Island in the Jongnam faction. It has also grown from Yukseong to Palseong Fortress.

How was it possible?

It was meaningless if it had a large bowl made of permanent iron and had no enlightenment to put in it. For days and days I was lost in thought about the source of that realization.

And found it.

He was a sucker.

Furthermore, it was the realization of a delusional person.

Furthermore, it was the will of the god that left a sense of enlightenment to the enchanted.

Just because you took care of the people around you and lived like a human being, you did not enlighten them.

'What the gods have left behind is, indeed, ·····.'.'

As Shinma accepted the enlightenment she left for the manga lover, it was possible to grow up at the time of the struggle between Jinsan and Nodo.

'Is it the same for all six?’

Aaaaaaaaaaaa

More than a hundred masked men were seen in the place where the truth was lifted and the mist was scattered. It is blue from head to toe, as if boasting that it is a servant of the four apostles.

'If it's not going to be strange even if it's the oldest of all times, then, ···.'.'

The masked men were divided into two lines and approached quickly.

Just by looking at their hard work, they are masters beyond their peak.

Wouldn't it be possible to leave a different realization for everyone at the same time?’

Lee Hwon closed his eyes with the enemy in front.

What he sees is the scenery of the masterpiece.

Decades ago, the scenery of the masterpiece was drawn before one's eyes, and the survivors gathered there came to mind. Survivors were not the strongest at the time. He was either just an elder, or he was called the youngest of the tribe. It would not have been impossible for Shinma, who is as weak as expected, to convey her enlightenment in different ways.

The first of the evidence was a manga.

His epiphany did not overlap a bit with the perforated hematopoietic fear delivered by the Eight Great Zones.

The second evidence was evasion.

The Hongcheon Gi-gong, which was mastered by the mask, was left by bad news in the wall. And he carved Shinma's enlightenment on the cliff. Lee Hwon, however, once again awakened him by helping him train Hong Chun-gi.

Eight-hwangmuguk zone, manga-chuga, and bad news.

"Everybody's different realization."

Lee Hwon watched the scene of a young blue-collar worker scattering prosecutors.

"So I was different from me a few days ago and I am now."

So far, there are seven survivors.

Lee Hwon was like a collection of three epiphanies.

The achievement of the perforated hemophilia is still a castle in the arm, but the concentration of the blood between the fingers was different from what it had been before.

"So go away."

The blood vessels spread thinly.

It was like a shield.

The prosecutor, who rose all over from the masked man's sword, struck the blood with a gust of wind.

Zeng

At that moment the sword bounced off with great counter-elastic force.

The masked man lost his sword with a tear in his mouth, and pierced his master's neck.

Pooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

It was like a master of absolute geography or Sun Boyle's self-defense force.

The masked men who had already been brainwashed by the Cheongui man's travesty did not mind.

"Hey! That's all the rage of the great warrior!"

An old man with a beard that grew to his navel galloped along with his double swords. The old man, who mentioned a great worker, was a master who was called a great worker.

a double-lik test

Thirty years ago, a high priest who had traversed the Great Barrier set up a gate on a mountain without his master, and the fighters flocked like clouds.

Geomikjae is the one that was made like that.

Ma Sang-tae flooded in with three disciples in the form of a parade. Two disciples stretched out their swords like the wings of a bird, and a pupil soaring into the air pointed to the sky with a sword as if it had become a tail. The moment the strong flag rose from the sword of Ha Sang-tae in the center, four new models became one lump and crushed Lee Hwon.

"Hung! The rats."

Lee Hwon drooped his head.

At that moment, the blood vessels stretched out and shone like a sword.

And as he crossed his hands several times in the form of an example, the three disciples fell apart with their limbs cut off. At the end of the day, he gathered his hands together to hold a giant sword, and even the strong flag was shattered.

"Ah!"

Lee Hwon exclaimed.

In the meantime, masked men rearranged their sentences.

It's only brainwashed, not stupid.

Though he was determined to kill at the risk of his life, he was not reckless enough to rush recklessly. Their vigilance and tension were felt intact.

"Palwang, and Mugeuk."

Lee Hwon raised both hands and looked at the bracelet.

As the achievement of the perforated hemophilia reached the castle of the arm, the bracelet vibrated whenever the blood wheel moved. It feels like something is attached to the body, as if it were connected with a tile.

I haven't felt the need, but this would have been enough to give me a name. It was a lump of metal that connected the joints of the wooden joints containing the diaries of the Palwangmugukjeon.

Thus, it was called Palhwang and Mugeuk.

"Watch the moment he's distracted!"

The masked men who rearranged the camp rushed at the same time as if to explode the condensed spirit.

"쯧쯧, I've never been more comfortable than you if I'm not hiding."

As soon as Lee Hwon punched his right fist, the bracelet on his wrist melted and overlapped.

Qua Qua Qua Kung!

At the end of his fist, a powerful force clung together by blood was thrown out.

With the power of the Tankang River added to its strength, it was no different from the artillery shells used only by the military. None of the masked men who were swept away by a sheet of blood was healthy.

It was called a coal mine even if it bounced out five inches.

However, the masked people were also shocked by the power of the Tan River, which caused a scene of distance and crushed space to be crushed.

"There's no point dealing only with puppets like you."

Lee Hwon approached first, kicking his tongue.

It was like a tiger jumping into a flock of sheep. He killed dozens of people by slashing their necks, tearing their limbs, and exploding their hearts, but he didn't care.

There is no reason to show mercy to those who have been brainwashed in a situation where they would not care even if there is a solution to the Gangrim marriage therapy.

Decades after the masterpiece.

The Cheonryongjeon Hall has never been revealed.

The return war was even more a force in the dark.

Until his death, Yi Hwon did not know any information about the survivors of Cheonnyongjeon or Jeolmyeonggok. Therefore, Cheonnyongjeon has committed evil deeds for decades, and if left untouched, it will continue to do evil.

You want me to show mercy on these guys?

'Then he's a heavenly dragon, too!’

As soon as Lee Hwon's eyes were red-hot, the red mist spread thickly. Unlike until now, however, it clung together like a spear and bounced off in all directions as if a hedgehog fired a thorn.

Beep Beep down!

Wolcheonjogun, a famous angler of Dong Dong-ho, a leader of a band of bandits who used to go back and forth from the general, and a general of goods that were renowned for their military talents have all died.

under the name of Cheonryongjeon

When Lee Hwon licked his rough lips and reached out his hand, Saekma rushed to hand over the bottle.

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

He was a cheap shopper who didn't go well with him, who only picked and drank the wine of the midfield. There's no such thing as a go-to drink after cleaning up trash.

Lee Hwon fired out the exclamation that came from deep within his lungs.

"Get out."

Even Lee Hwon's baby opened his nostrils in a fragrant way. Ye Young-young watched the scene, built a figure of arrogance, and threw her tongue at him.

"Everybody's out of their minds."

Lee Hwon approached Yeh Young-young.

"The Warrior."

"What?"

"You've made the money dirty, so it's all before. What do you say?"

Ye Young-young glistened at the sudden invitation.

A hobby, a mask, and a colored horse.

All of them were insane, but their abilities were real. In particular, Lee Hwon's status, which calls himself "chwi-ma," was so great that there was no one to compare him within Shandong Province.

'There's a slight sense of dead-end, but it's Hwang Bo-se's fault anyway. Moreover, considering the easy handling of Cheonnyongjeon Hall like that, you won't be able to push out the forest blindness. "If you were to tie the knot with such a man, ······.'."

The entry into the midfield was not a problem.

He could chew all the way up the midfield.

He is willing to do anything to get rid of the horse, so if anyone does anything for the war, wouldn't he be hostile even if he were a forest blind? Above all, the jeon horse had a better sense of tone than the horseradish, horseback riding, and horseradish.

Fortune has never been good for long.

So she was ready to accept.

Lee Hwon's backbiting, however, crushed her determination.

"What? Say it again."

"Just as my drink is yours, so is your money."

The rosy illusion dispersed like fog, and coolness replaced it. As a merchant by nature, she gave up even the Duke of Hongcheon for money. It was more than any disgrace to ask her to give up all the money she had.

"I don't like that.”

Lee Hwon nodded fast enough to keep up with Yeh Young-young's firmness.

"Then you're out."

"Wait a minute. A deal is supposed to be..."

"Brothers don't deal.”

"But one more time,······.""

촤아아아악

Yeh Young-young tried to get close to Lee Hwon, but hurriedly backed down.

There was a three-inch deep gold in front of her.

"That's all for our company. Let's find our own way to live."

Lee Hwon smiled and continued to talk, beckoning Saekma.

"Don't come down from the tree from now on. Let me know right away if there's anyone who stands out alone.”

"Yes! Large."

The Saekma glanced at Yeh Young-young before turning over the gold.

Ye Young-young bit her lower lip and had to flounder with an unknown sense of defeat.

"What are you doing?"

"What?"

A bad rumor blazed my eyes.

"Follow me. You have a place to go with me.”

He must be referring to the tomb of Okhwangmyo, the summit of Taesan.

The crocodile took a short breath and crossed the line.

As Lee Hwon said, the fact that bad news in the wall set up and hid the truth on its own means that it is alive. It was a proposal that I couldn't refuse even to meet my grandfather, who was everything to a mountain musician.

"Let's go!"

Yeh Young-young was devastated when Lee Hwon and her party disappeared.

'Ah, ···.'.'

Then came her backers.

"Yes, Soser. That passage is a little vague."

"Please explain it one more time."

Ye Young-young was speechless with the glaring eyes of the latter players. Cheonryongjeon Hall is on the top, and Hwangbo Sega is on the bottom. However, these thunderstorms seemed to be taking time to train in front of the hell gate.

'Should I have refused a little more softly.'

As soon as she was about to cry, a mask appeared as if it were rising from the ground.

"Aah!"

The mask looked around regardless of whether Ye Young-young fell on her hips.

"What about your brother?"

"It went up."

asked one of the backstaffers with an excited look.

"He said he would no longer accompany me. So I'm thinking of training here a little bit more. But did you defeat all Hwangbo Sega?"

Talma looked at the back of the base as if she were a madman.

"There's more than 500 people. What do you mean by defeat? They're coming at once, so you guys find a way to live."

Ye Young-young bit her lower lip as she looked at the hustle and bustle.

"Let's go up!"

"Yes, Soser. Don't follow me, this great man."

"I wouldn't pretend I didn't notice it when it was right in front of me."

Talma was tongue-tied at the back of Yeh Young-young, who rushed through the sixth method.

"Well, you don't know anything about your brother yet."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun