Volcanic Spirit

The battle of masters determines the victory or defeat in a moment.

As everyone knows, it is not decided whether to win or lose by hitting each other fairly. He practiced countless knives to cut his opponent, and had to draw a virtual projection even at the moment he faced him. Nevertheless, victory and defeat must be met with a sword, and variables always exist.

By the way.

What if we could get rid of the variables?

If so, wouldn't you be confident of winning the game through rehearsal?

That's how bad old-fashioned brick-and-mortar was born.

Xu Wick

He poked the spear into the air.

It is not a strong spirit, nor a myriad of pervades hidden, but an ordinary whore.

"It took me ten years to make this one spear.”

Lee Hwon exclaimed with exclamations.

At first, it sounded like a swindler's trying to sell drugs. From the moment he struck out Hana's window of bad news and fired back, the situation went strangely.

the flesh maximized by blood relations

He made full use of it and aimed for a blind spot.

Tung!

Hana's window of bad news also bounced back Lee Hwon's "Palwang" and "mukgeuk" one after another. Since then, the dispute over the agreement has continued, but no gains have been made.

Lee Hwon was astonished.

As if he had foreseen the future, he has a bad personality in his position to block all of them.

"Hung! If you could do this well, why didn't you do it earlier?"

"Khhhhh, I asked you earlier. You know, I was so attached to you that I was treating my juniors.”

"That's sweet. You betrayed your friends and broke your oath first."

Bad news gripped the chest.

"Grandfather, are you sick?”

The vicious rumor helped with tears in its eyes.

"Are you all right?"

"My heart aches."

Talma laughed at the sight.

"You seem to have adapted yourself at that age."

"I can't adapt! I'm not getting used to it.

Rather, he withdrew in embarrassment.

Lee Hwon gave advice to such an evil tongue.

"Grandfather! Watch your language. As you've heard, if this goes wrong, dozens of demons will rush out of the mountain music alone. They'll all be mobbed and many fighters will take the siege and kill them. And he'll spit. Sandongak's Hyeonpan will not be able to be hung under the bright sun after a thousand years."

"Wow! What are you talking about?"

An evil tongue gnawed its teeth at Lee Hwon's curse, or curse.

One breath after another, knowing that he is right. Yi Hwon became fine and asked the bad guy, who was drinking from the bottle.

"So that's how you understood Shinma's epiphany, as I said before? You're saying he didn't spread herbivores with weapons, he carved them into his body?”

The bad news nodded lightly.

"I don't know the other friends' epiphany, but I did. Think about it. You make a truth by trimming stones, trees, wind and rain in the natural environment. There is enough substitute for stones, trees, wind and rain in our bodies. What you need is a natural environment."

Lee Hwon let out a murmur of ambiguity.

The truth is that there are only a few places to go.

No matter how many tricks I tried on the open plain on a bright day, there was no one to fall for the truth. Therefore, the most essential thing to carry out the truth is the topography.

"To make my body a landmark, ······"

It means to be fully aware of your body.

The horse soon penetrated the heart of the perforated helix.

As if Lee Hwon thought he couldn't understand the bad news, he bragged about Shinma's enlightenment without hesitation.

"Kkeut! I'm going to draw a map after figuring out all the blood and nutrients in my body, bones and muscles, blood and veins, and even the internal organs of my Danjeon. And then we put the truth on that map."

As he said, it was understandable that he had to train for ten years for a single creation. It is the strong man to fight different times, different places, different opponents, and different weapons every moment. However, the bad news is that the number of cases was engraved on the body manually. If they succeed, it would be possible for the body to respond first to prevent any attack.

an impenetrable shield

That was the misconception of the old palace wall ball that bad news had learned.

"Hahaha! What would I be if I thought for such a short time and awakened the bad intentions of the old palace bricklayer? Of course it's never going to happen. It's been decades since I've realized that for as long as I am."

Bad news patted Lee Hwon on the shoulder and encouraged him.

Lee Hwon gently pushed the bad guy's hand up the corners of his mouth.

"Band."

"What?"

"You're a shield. It's not a spear, it's a shield. You!"

It was a mysterious sound.

However, he couldn't solve the problem with his face fixed.

“······.”

"You've only managed to carve on yourself a way to defend absolutely for decades, have you?"

Lee Hwon's confident remark made the bad news laugh.

"Huh, what are you talking about? Where does a dog bark?"

"Bam, so you lost to me in the prison. If I had defended, I wouldn't have been able to penetrate. But he took the offensive to look down on me and beat me, so he didn't show his real power. Isn't that right?"

The bad news clearly dodged the eye-catching.

"Have you seen a book of old colloquialisms? All of a sudden, you're talking about contradiction. You're more romantic than I thought."

Lee Hwon rather wrapped his hand around the shoulder of the bad news.

"Why are you hiding in the real law if your offense is absolute, and your defense is absolute? You can destroy the survivors of the masterpiece or the Temple of Heaven. Ah! If that happens, it's Shinma."

As Lee Hwon's teasing continued endlessly, he gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Hey! Defending perfectly is a great thing."

"I admit that. I really couldn't get it pierced."

Lee Hwon revealed his innermost thoughts.

I think we have to move with bad news for a while anyway. And right now, I had to risk my life if I wanted to stand up to him and decide the superiority. If not, there would be no reason to insist on division.

Bad news openly showed its temper.

Emotional ups and downs were more frequent than the girls in the spring and March.

"Kkeut! Yeah? That'sure. You admit it, don't you? But one day you'll be able to grab the collar of my enlightenment. Cheer up. I'll cheer you on."

Lee Hwon gave a forced smile.

'I'm sorry.'

And don't even cheer.

It's not my collar, I've already taken off my clothes and put it on.

Already, all kinds of misconceptions were mixed up in my head.

a perforated hematopoietic weapon

a perfect match for a manga lover

The old palace wall construction of the bad material of the wall-window

It was a temple that would shake the whole world.

Hana was also just a fragment of the Shinma.

But all of this overlapped unthinkable.

'Before the Manga Chug made the 10,000th anniversary, I had already made the Amcheon Gunlimbo from the traces he had laid down.’

"It was so easy to learn that even if I made it, it wouldn't be strange." As a result, we have reached Palseong.'

'The old-fashioned bricklayer can also be established just by listening.’

Lee Hwon's eyes flashed unnoticed.

One seems to be right, one seems wrong.

"As expected, something is done by gathering all the Shinma's enlightenment. This is for sure!'

So, after all, she didn't deliver a different realization, did she?’

In Lee Hwon's opinion, the one who came closest to Shinma in terms of psychology among the survivors was probably the loser. Even before meeting Shinma, he had already achieved mental and physical gravity, harmony and calmness. It was just inexperienced, it wasn't

What he made was a lot of money.

It looked different depending on who looked at it like a mirror.

In that case, Shinma delivered one thing, but it seems that she received a part based on the survivors' propensity or abilities.

In a word, I learned as much as I knew.

And Lee Hwon was sure.

Among them, the closest psychologically to Shinma was the manga lover, but the most notable experience and ignorance would have been the Palwang Theater Zone. Therefore, it is safe to say that he understood, understood, and accepted the most.

A smile was built when the thought reached this point.

'If you fill in the empty spaces of the perforated hemophilia with those of others, Daesung is not a dream!'

"It's not the time you're laughing."

The feeling of soaring disappears like a bubble.

Lee Hwon breathed a breath at the sight of a vicious rumor, which was full of impatience.

"What else?"

"Hwangbo Sega must be hiking down the mountain to find us from the top to the station by now. I also heard that there is a camp of Moorim-blind and Hwangbo-sega around the band."

The family's safety is at stake, so I understood the urgency.

On the contrary, the bad news recited in a sour tone.

"Huh! There's no way I'll be beaten by them."

"You're so proud of yourself?"

Lee Hwon's exclamation impressed the bad news.

"The Moorimists won't come forward right now anyway. They often miss out on opportunities for cause and honor. Besides, if Oh Chun had any idea, he would have won the game through the backbenchers, limiting the fight to the realm of the musicians and Hwangbo-ga. If it were the whole forest, wouldn't it? Hwangbo can't be a match in the first place.”

"As expected! Old ginger."

In retrospect, Badjae said that he had been going on a high-stakes journey since childhood. And he would have had numerous grace with the Moorimists and the literati. In the meantime, the acquired experience will be much deeper and wider than the experienced old masters.

However, if there was anything different from a manga lover or an octogenarian, it would have been a desire for success.

"I have a request.”

Bad news has stopped with the mountain musician at the edge.

"What is it?"

"Please stop me outside for a while."

Lee Hwon asked back with his eyes wide open.

"To solve it alone?"

"It's my family's business anyway. I made it, so I have to destroy it, so they'll be less resentful."

"Too passionate, isn't it? There's also a purifying expression of harvesting sown seeds.”

"Whatever it is, I will destroy the Sandong musician today."

As he is young, his eyes are even hotter.

And there was too much to discuss the terms.

Lee Hwon nodded and handed over a word.

"Best drink in a band."

"Got it."

The deal was made.

"I'll go home first."

The bad news disappeared into the evil ways, accompanied by a bad rumor.

Lee Hwon beckoned for a mask that followed him.

"You've got to get a job.”

"I like it best when you say that."

Talma erased her smile after hearing Lee Hwon's earring.

"Really?"

"Yes, as much as possible!"

"Is there anything you shouldn't have? Ah! I gave it all to the former horse. I don't have any money."

Lee Hwon said, "Is there such an easy thing?"

"Make."

The housekeeper of Hwangbo Sega seemed to have aged twenty years between only half the time. He couldn't take his eyes off the front with his hollow eyes. As soon as I turned my head, even the last remaining of my men were in danger of falling down.

"Ah."

He lamented, forgetting the honor of his family.

The last warrior of the Black Eternity, secretly nurtured by the inner circle, hung in the air, stabbed by a young man's spear.

"Here's the satire of the devil! "How long has Hwangbo's family been hiding like a coward?"

At the cry of the young man, who was just over twenty years old, the fighters of Hwangbo Sega bowed their heads and lowered their eyes. The number of uninhabited men led by the patriarch is three hundred.

However, their achievements in annihilation were disastrous.

One middle-aged man and six young men.

Seven out of thirty people were the only ones affected by the mountain music. In other words, the number of Hwangbo Sega's total number was 300, which means that it was wiped out without exceeding 30.

'Uhhhhh.

Hwang Bo-tae gulped unknowingly.

It was no longer a matter of revenge or interest.

If we don't solve the problem here, Hwangbo Sega will be destroyed.

This means that the centuries-old household disappears from the lake overnight. He looked around in a hurry and tried to find someone to help him. The new princess, who had been clinging like a brother to Hana, has already disappeared, and the leaders of the Moorim League have a somber look on their faces, and no one is coming forward.

"Do, Do."

Hwang Bo-tae eventually succumbed to Choe Yang-gun, the leader of the Moorim League.

"Huh! The situation is pitiful, but it's also a problem to get in the way of the door-to-door affairs."

"Let me keep the Hyeonpan of Hwangbo Sega. Then I will do everything I ask you to do in my blindness."

The whereabouts of the eldest son and his subordinates have yet to be determined. If he can overcome today's crisis, he will be able to continue his career.

Unlike his sad face, Hana and Yeungyang-gun did not even move their hips. However, he suddenly narrowed his forehead and coughed as if he had been given a sign from heaven.

"Hum!Hum! Come out and report!"

A warrior dressed in a forest-blind non-previewed costume appeared and knelt down.

"There's evidence that the mountain musician has mastered Samahudo's exploits, and that among gasoline, the insanity has already gone to the bone marrow and slaughtered the people."

The army raised the corners of its mouth.

It was nothing more than a play in which they kissed each other in advance.

The evidence would not be a problem either if you trampled on the musician and then made a rough construction. Thus, the Yeongyang-gun County, which had been denied permission from its superiors, did not hesitate.

"In the blindness, you proclaimed a mountain musician as a group! Exterminate the Mausoleum!"

The Cheongseong-pa's Cheonpung Samgun shouted, as if it were the mouth of the Geukyangdo.

"Defeat Samaritan!"

Nearly a thousand fighters rose in unison.

Young people, who were guarding the entrance of the mountain music, were aware that the situation had changed and made their mark inside. Gasoline also emerged from the mountain music.

"A villain does not yield to crude scolding!"

The musician's spirit struck the sky as soon as the lyric burst. The two groups are on the verge of collision.

Then someone walked out of the forest and sat on a broad rock. Moorim-blind and mountain musicians are blinded by alcohol and snacks, as if they don't care.

"You bastard! Where are you and what are you doing?"

The army of the Geukyangdo army popped out like a thunderbolt and shouted to the young man who broke the mood. Hana Youth let the spirit of the Geukyangdo Army slip away. Then he tilted the bottle and uttered a word with a happy expression.

"It's a referee."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun