Volcanic Spirit

The army of the two poles could not be trusted.

When people gathered one by one, they thought they were onlookers. There were people in the world who did not care for their lives and looked around in search of limbs. So even though his men reported the approach of the fighters, he didn't mind.

I was just wondering how long Lee Hwon's dog talk would last. He also constantly exchanged conversations with the leaders to find out what he was thinking. In the meantime, Chungam-pyeong was crowded with various kinds of unmanned aerial vehicles.

The number reached as many as 500.

"What? There's as much coming as the people who've gathered?"

"I don't know. No matter what's going on, not only the uninhabited area near Taesan, but also the merchants, the bachelor's degree, and the people."

The army of the Geukyangdo army shouted, smashing Su-ha's head.

"Just beat those guys up there right now and find out why!"

Su-ha ran out bleeding.

The three armies of Chen Poong and the king of Dokrin gathered with a worried look.

"City."

"Stop talking about him! I'm thinking now.”

Cheonpung Samgun resigned due to the annoyance of the Yeongyang-gun.

On the other hand, Dangchang, the king of Dokrin, narrowed the distance even further.

"Brother, if we give him time this way, we may be out of control. Let's just play."

"There's no justification. Anyway, isn't Hwangbo Seju, who came with us, held hostage? God damn it! I can't believe this guy, Gaju, is a hostage in a bunch. You idiot!"

"We don't know what's going to happen if more people get together like this. Look at them. It's a third-rate with no name. They'll get a little bit of abuse for spreading rumors. So let's just attack!"

The army countered with a snort.

"Just like you said. What's the difference between 1,000 people and 2,000 people? At best, they'll spread the word. So you don't have to worry!"

But it didn't take much time for him to realize that this moment's choice was wrong.

"City, we got it! There's a strange rumor going around in the author. It brought together everyone who could walk."

"What the hell?"

Su-ha added a horse, unable to afford to wipe the blood flowing through her forehead.

"The successors of the Divine Spirit have appeared."

"What? Shinma? The one I know?"

The Geukyangdo army laughed in vain.

It was already 50 years ago that the new horse, which had been stained with blood, was killed by a crowd of people. Fifty years was the time when the rivers and mountains changed five times, and isn't it enough years to be glorified?

Therefore, the Yeongyang-gun was filled with laughter when it was said that he was the successor of Shinma.

"Where is the heir?"

Su-ha bowed her head.

"I don't know. Rumors are rampant in Chungampyeong, Hana, that the successor of Shinma will spread her military exploits. In fact, it looks like the information came out when the fighters from the area went down and tried to send the stovepipe to all over the place.

The Geukyangdo army was speechless.

Although Yi Hwon came forward and made a mess, the path down the mountain is blocked by the forest blindness. So who went down the mountain, and who spread false rumors?

"Some bastard did such a crazy thing."

The eyes of the billiard turned round.

In addition, Yeongyang-gun looked at Yi Hwon, who was preaching the leadership from the center of Chungam-pyeong. Yi Hwon was now speaking enthusiastically, comparing the Ming Dynasty of Shandong Province to the Ming Dynasty.

"The clear liquor does not have a light scent, nor does the old liquor have a deep scent!" Isn't alcohol the most perfect being made with the permission of the earth, water, and heaven? It's divided into human vanity, ···."."."."

The army of the Geukyangdo Province swallowed its saliva.

'That bastard deserves it.’

Still, the question 'why?' has not been answered.

What would be the difference if people were called in by false rumors?

Do you think they're trying to make them swordsmen?

Or are you going to tell them about the evil deeds of Hwang Bo-se and Moorim-blind?

I had goose bumps on my back without knowing why.

For a moment, Lee Hwon's experience would not have surprised him to say anything more shocking than that.

At that moment, Lee Hwon's voice, which was discussing alcohol, began to ring louder. The moment I heard what I had said, I came to my senses.

"The Divine Spirit says! To turn the world upside down with alcohol, 술·······."."

It was definitely about alcohol, but the moment I mixed the Shinma, the atmosphere changed. In the sense of the polar Yangdo County, even the forest blinded lords shone eyes. The beautiful rumors spread to the blind.

Then one of the men gathered outside shouted.

"I'll take care of the wine myself! But are you really the successor to Shinma?"

It is a fact that everyone was curious about.

Moreover, those fresh up in Taesan did not mind that Hwang Bo-tae and his bad luck were taken hostage. It was the strong point to kill the family to get a line of emergency pay. But who cares about the hostages?

Lee Hwon stopped talking.

As soon as he looked down, Hwang Bo-tae said, hurriedly pointing to bad luck.

"To kill, kill him! I still have to live!"

It was too mean a remark to be a housekeeper.

Hana Yi Hwon raised her head after giggling, and continued to talk, sweeping her long hair with both hands.

"I am the heir to the Shinma!"

To them, he's the best in the world in the story of the new man. However, such a successor appeared.

"So you're going to give us the services of Shinma?"

The tone changed.

The crowd, which had risen to about a thousand people, only looked at Lee Hwon's mouth like a baby bird waiting for food.

The Geukyangdo army laughed in vain.

Then he stepped forward and shouted.

"You believe in the nonsense of a stranger now, and so many of these people are gathered? That's a load of crap! The remnants of Samahudo are trying to get you together!

The Far East's rhetoric was relentless as the threat to the hostages had already disappeared.

However, the backlash from the crowd was greater than expected.

"Down with you!"

"Who are you?"

Although he shouted with his own history, he was perplexed as he did not respond much. Then the dangchang came running with a sign the size of a human body.

"Brother! No, Taoist! Look at this."

The sign had someone's biographies written in elegant handwriting.

"What is this?"

Name: Lee Hwon.

Affiliate: West Bank Nakanbong Cooking Hall

a former political officer under the volcanic edifice

Two years ago, Won Won-hwi, a member of Jinmu-gwan, the elite of volcanoes, was defeated.

A year ago, a close relationship with the plum-gum-ju Noh Gun-dongju.

A year ago, the year of the Prehistoric Master and the Priest of the Volcano.

Below it was a brief description of the details of the small black islands and sappas. Also, he did not miss out on the issues of ant caves, Hwacheonggung Palace, and Cheongseong faction. At the end, a biography was engraved on the story that he saved the latter players at the Soryongdaeyeon and formed a friendship with the legendary master of the Sandongak.

Seeing the last line, the eyes of the army grew as if they were about to tear apart.

"What?"

The book written by Manmae Manjeon, the misguided work of Shinma.

There is no way not to believe it at this point.

So far, Lee Hwon has never been publicly revealed. Hana Hogars knew that there was someone's involvement in each case, and that a new post-base number appeared. I just didn't know that all of them were one person. It was not even expected that he would be refueling Shandong Province under the name of Maehwa Prince. The crowd had gathered piecemeal information among themselves on their way here and painted a rough picture. That was why most people thought it was totally unreliable, but worth a walk.

This was also a sign of the effort of the Talma among the people who climbed the mountain.

"Hehe."

With pride, Talma stole the back of her nose with her index finger and shouted with a history.

"But just in case, can you prove you are a true disciple of the volcano?"

A thud is a match.

As if he had waited, Yi Hwon took the sword without the owner who had fallen to the ground. And when he began to do the sword work, trees and flowers seemed to bloom in the stark Chungampyeong.

The mask gave a gentle exclamation.

"Ah! Isn't it the Maehwa inspection?"

In any case, the origin of the Amcheon Gunnimbo was the Rockhang Pyo and the Gunnimbo.

Therefore, it was natural for a person who suspected him to disappear as soon as he mimicked the sword dance of a manga lover. While Yi Hwon was performing his sword dance, the mask was mixed in here and there, explaining how to inspect plum blossoms.

"One volcanic wave has declined and failed to revive! How did a disciple of such a place learn the exploits of Shinma? And how come the volcanic waves never regained their old reputation?”

Someone shouted with doubt.

I've also been waiting for it.

"A volcano is already reborn as a volcano federation! I am united with the conduits in the volcano. He recalled the ties between the Jongnam faction and his brothers, and exchanged vows to protect the island with them. Soon the Moorimists will have to rearrange their spheres, and the volcanic waves will have enough power to aim for the top! Therefore, the main faction cannot handle the greatness of the 10,000th day alone, so we want to spread it to the whole world! All this is a disciple of the volcano! I assure you, the priest of the Long Moon!"

The Geukyangdo army narrowed the middle of the middle of the forehead.

He was also in a state of asceticism due to his master's limbs, but his desire for bravery did not end. Furthermore, it was not ordered by the superiors, so I listened unconsciously.

At that moment, a thunderbolt struck his head.

[Stop him! Kill him!] Don't let me say a word!]

The desire for military service disappeared from the head of the Geukyangdo army.

And he beckoned to Chen Poong-sam and Dok-lin.

"I'm attacking right now."

"Gee, now?”

They must have wanted to learn something, too.

However, as soon as I saw the life around the eyes of the army, I could no longer stretch out.

"The wicked are trying to use magic! Stop it! Hit it!"

Hundreds of fighters, led by the leadership, rallied for Lee Hwon.

One thing Lee Hwon didn't care.

Rather, he kicked Hwang Bo-tae, who was strangling, toward the Moorim League, and threw away the bad luck of the cow's family, toward the mountain musician.

"What are you doing? We must listen!"

Several people shouted, but they had to bow their heads before the sword of the Moorimian.

Lee Hwon raised his lip at the sight.

Now, even if a wagon wants to stop, it cannot stop. They have instilled in them a desire for military service, and now they will convey the enlightenment of the Shinma they want.

Of course, it's Manmaejeon made by a manga lover.

Manmaejeon is like a mirror. Isn't it a rare practice to get it according to the person who looks like a mirror. There would have been no need to feel guilty since the loser said it would be okay to spread it all over the lake. It was also the process of moving to the final stage of his plan.

"Listen up! Take seeds from flowers blooming in spring, 봄에···."."."

The crowd flashed their eyes as the long-awaited chant flowed out.

Hana and Lee Hwon are in a situation where they have to fight. Therefore, I gave up as a rule that I would not be able to hear the proper courtship.

But something amazing happened.

Puff, puff, puff, puffing!

The redness swirled in Lee Hwon's hands, and a dozen or so Muslims bounced off.

In the meantime, Lee Hwon's cheerful voice continued.

"Life means time to empty, fill, and widen, so it can't help but correspond to all the logic of all things!"

"Shut up!"

Among the three soldiers, Typhoon Gum Jo Jagyeong attacked with the sword standing upright. At the moment when the sword tip of the high-ranking master shook, dozens of swords flashed in front of his eyes.

As soon as Lee Hwon shook his sleeve, he drifted like a ship that lost Cho Jagyeong's black sail. As soon as the tip of the sword disappeared, a fist stuck in Cho's face.

"Huh!"

While Cho Ja-kyung was backing away, the gale and the gale were pitted from left to right.

"Writing, plowing the fields, wielding the sword, killing, feeding, and putting to sleep, all the acts, ····.".".""

When Yi Hwon crossed his hands while reciting the chastity of ten thousand years ago, the sword ends of the gale and gale sword crossed and aimed for each other. Compared to Typhoon Gum, they are still two people who are not at their peak yet. So I twisted the sword caught in the bloodstream, but it didn't move.

"Hub! Priest!"

"The death penalty."

The sword of the gale sword pierced the neck of the gale sword, and the gale of the gale sword pierced the shoulder of the gale sword.

"Laughing! You bastard!"

As soon as Typhoon Sword rushed in, the body of the Kwangpoong Sword blocked its eyes like a shield. In the meantime, Lee Hwon made a line faster than the thrown wind sword. As soon as he created a line that was faster than a straight line, he maximized his entire career.

Quaqam!

Typhoon Sword, which was directly hit by the Kwon River, was thrown away with blood.

Before I knew it, the crowd filled with Chungam-pyeong was shocked. Lee Hwon's new identity, which had just passed a little, seemed like a myth he had only heard in the story.

"That's real. That's real!"

For a while, those who had other thoughts listened to the ten thousand times and tried to memorize them.

Love, love, love, love, love!

Yi Hwon performed a cancer technique that resembled the 10,000-year-old painter by Dangchang, the king of Dokrin, but returned it to him. The moment more than a dozen memorabilia, including a hundred Umochim, hit him, the king of Dokrin became bloodless without screaming.

"This is the realization that the volcano has been handed down from Shinma!"

"Why are you reacting so violently?”

The abacus narrowed the brow to the expression of the black man.

The black man's face, which was always smiling and forced to laugh, mingled with a smile with anger, creating a grotesque look.

"I see what he wants!"

"At best, it's to convey the realization of a volcano. Isn't that good for us? You've come to the realization of one of the survivors of the masterpiece without putting much effort!"

The black man shook his head.

"That's not the problem. He turned the board upside down. He's all trying to get it off!"

At that moment, Yi Hwon's work was like a storm in Chungampyeong.

"The day the Divine Horse died! Six people survived in the epigram. Volcanoes and shamans! Sandongak and Hyeongsanpa! Jegal and Namgung Sega have been told the enlightenment of the Shinma!"

The roar of the crowd stopped at an instant.

They looked at each other but couldn't speak.

So there's five more?’

'You revealed the volcano. Then let's find out where else is, ···.'.'.'.'

'Where is the nearest place from here?'

Then at the end of the day came the story Lee Hwon wanted to tell.

"I, the heir of the volcano! Tell the descendants of the five survivors! Reveal the rank of the Divine Horse that you had hidden right now for the brethren of Gang-ho!"

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun