Volcanic Spirit

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A perforated blood wheelbarrow is a strange feat.

No matter how neo-Confucianism is, it does not deviate from the common sense. This is because common sense is made by man, and merit is made by man. No military merit could escape the framework of the strong.

It's just high and left and right widths are different.

However, Shinma's military exploits were different.

No, I can only guess from the depth of Shinma.

He couldn't conclude by the expression "oldest" or "absolute master". Indeed, he is a transcendent person who goes beyond the scope of taxation. Shinma grew up without covering people with only Shim Deuk-man, and displayed the strange power of engraving the truth on the body, foretelling, or mortgageing the soul of a man.

'I can't believe I made this nonsense possible.’

Perhaps it was the most normal thing to feel that the perforated hematopoietic fear of turning blood to grow the body.

Hana Lee Hwon was more certain as Shinma's deep-seated skills overlap.

It is the closest thing to Shinma's inner workings that the Eight-Eastern Dramatic Zone created.

In the end, he had to make a great fistula.

'Because before returning, the eight stars were added to the perforated hematocyst.

And didn't you break the wall every time you got the heart of Shinma? So, if we get the heart of the rest of the people and reach the 12-star general, we will be able to see what Shinma has seen. Such a world cannot be limited to the absolute horizons that humans define. Since it is a world other than the standard, it will mean beyond the framework of strong teams.

That's why it's transcendentalism.

'You're the only one who thinks about the world?'

Lee Hwon laughed.

Those who were forced to appear at the sight of Lee Hwon's cry looked at each other. Each of them introduced themselves as Chuhon Geomje Danhak, Hugumje Yi Baekgi, and Biryong Sacheon Zhu clan brothers.

"How? Alone? Or together?"

Each of them, if not a castle's rout, was a self-assured man. If it wasn't for the call of Namgoong Chae-rin, who had a brotherhood, he would never have come.

"Huh, you're out of your mind as Namgung said."

The Yi Baekgi of Later Geomje was given the nickname of Geomje, but it is a warrior between the political circles. Therefore, rather than considering the circumstances before and after the war, he acted as he wanted.

"So first?"

"Haha! Brother Namgoong, can I cook him as I please?"

Namgoong Chae-rin covered her face with embarrassment.

He called in his friends after seeing Lee Hwon in the mountain music. He was going to show his real strength because he trampled on his reason and thought even distribution was ridiculous. Therefore, he tried to pressure Lee Hwon by calling in his colleagues who were revered as swordsmith. But he has already seen the volcano and Yi Hwon's ignorance here.

"You called. Ah! So this is a gift from Namgoongsei?"

Lee Hwon's smile made Namgoong Chaerin's face more distorted.

"Not the world, but the work I did."

"Oh! Then no matter what happens, the Namgoong taxman won't blame me?"

Namgoong Chae-rin had a troubled look on her face.

"Gwanju, I only called my own friends. Even though you haven't asked permission, don't you think you're reacting too violently?"

Lee Hwon snorted.

"But you followed us for one trial. Isn't that right?"

The postmortem spoke sitting on a chair that Pungbaekjeon had made.

"Hmph! How could a fly be so slow when it's hovering around?"

Their faces, including Danhak and Lee Baek-ki, have darkened.

Lee Hwon was treated like a fly by the medical examiner because he was not enough to treat them as if they were missing.

"Hmm, since the coroner's having a hard time, can I say that he has no intention of intervening in on this?"

"쯧, lose the bet, feel bad. You guys sort it out among yourselves.

And then go back to the carriage with a cough.

Lee Hwon secretly raised his lips.

'That's what my teacher said.

This is what the manga man said when discussing postmortem.

It's hard to be recognized, but didn't you guarantee that once recognized, you will become a strong ally? I was just thankful that he left without knowing what was going on after the war.

"I've seen a lot of guys like you. They believe in shallow tricks, they don't know how high the sky is, and they stick together. The end of all those guys was not good."

"You big brother! Stop it. We're not here for a light bimoo. Don't make the atmosphere too dark."

cried Namgoong Chae-rin hurriedly.

In any case, Lee Hwon is a VIP invited by Namgoong Sega's family. Regardless of the outcome, it could not be a pleasure to have problems.

One postmortem 200 was in full vigor.

"Namgung, this is my problem now."

Namgoong Chaerin sent out a note in a hurry.

[His exploits are beyond imagination. Besides, he's very wicked, but he doesn't know what he's going to do.

He hid the fact that he had been defeated.

Lee Baek-gi drew the sword instead of the answer.

"Come here. I'll show you that there is a sky above."

Namgoong Chae-rin bit her lower lip and stopped Lee Hwon this time.

"Gwanju, what's wrong with you all of a sudden?"

Lee Hwon clenched his fist and reached out.

"I think I've already crossed the irrevocable river, so lend me your sword."

"What?"

"The sword! Or you can use mine."

Namgoong Chae-rin recalled Palhwang and Mugeuk, which stretched out of Yi Hwon's hand a few days ago. Aside from being a deformed weapon, the intensity was beyond imagination. Did you cut down the strong flag as if it were made of the old or black ink in a legend?

He gladly handed over the sword.

If Lee Hwon didn't use a rookie, it was like tying his hands on his own. So it seemed like he was trying to level with Lee Baek-ki.

"Write it down and give it back."

"That's right."

The atmosphere subsided to the height of the sudden quarrel.

Yong Ho Gwan-ju and Chang Gi-gyul, the group, spoke as if they were dumb.

On the other hand, the Chu's death penalty, called Biryongsacheon, exchanged glances.

[Is this okay?]

Danhak shrugged his shoulders at the words of the Duke of Japan, a large scale of the Biryongsa Temple. He and the Later Swordsman, Lee Baek-gi, were acquainted, but not to the point of worrying about life or death. Isn't it a network created through Namgoong Chae-rin, who has the backbones of Namgoongse?

[If I step up and dry it, it'll make you laugh.]

[So do we.]

[If there's one problem, let's get involved.]

The school of Danhak has let out a slumber.

It is a journey that feels like a pleasure at the call of an old friend.

But suddenly, the life story unfolded, and I felt like I was possessed by a ghost. However, when the fight began, a little bit of anxiety seemed to disappear.

"Hahaha! Was he only this resourceful?"

Lee Baek-gi pushed Lee Hwon mercilessly.

Judging from the scattering of strong flags from the first number, he seemed to think it was okay to die. Lee Hwon, on the other hand, was on the defensive, unlike his strong performance.

On the surface, it's a horse.

'I've completely forgotten.

Lee Hwon smiled inwardly as he saw Lee Baek-gi running in with a grimace. Lee Hwon is the first opponent, but he wasn't. Lee Baek-gi was one of the 15 people who gathered to kill themselves before returning.

"Your temper is as it used to be."

Among them, Lee Baek-gi was the master of shamanism.

If he adds wrinkles to his present appearance and shoots black mushrooms, he will never be able to do so. Before his return, he first faced Lee Hwon decades later. They shared a hundred consensual swords, and at the end of the day, Lee Baek-gi ran away with his hair cut off. And when we met again, we were the masters of the shaman.

"You must have been reduced to the pillar of the Heavenly Dragon War, since you followed Soma."

Otherwise, he would not have visited the independents on his own.

Lee Hwon held back his laughter with all his might.

I called her to blame Namgoong Chae-rin because there was just a follower. But who would have thought that some of them would have tried to kill him?

That's two of them.

He dodged the two hundred-year-old sword and glanced at the Chubon Sword and Biryong Sacheon Stream. The waistline of the spectator standing there thoughtlessly was clear.

'I'll see you in a minute.'

For now, the first thing to do was to clean up the food in front of you. He is called Hu Geomje, although he is known as Jeong Sa-gan. If he was killed by a sword, he could have been caught in the Southern Palace.

So I played with him.

Tutter-tutter-tuttle-tutung!

The postmortem didn't just nag while he was heading for Namgung Sega.

I didn't admit it, but I taught him to replace the loser. Although it was possible to fight without herbivores due to perforated hemophilia, postmortem teaching helped widen the scope.

He overlaid thirty percent of the blood vessels with seven percent.

It doesn't seem strong on the surface, but it actually meant power. Namgoong Chae-rin's sword turned red as if it had been placed in a brazier.

Fluttering!

It hit back at 200 meters of sword that had been stuck in. At that moment, the sword of Namgoong Chae-rin penetrated the sword of 200 years old, as if it had become Jeolsebogeom. The sword was cut in two, leaving only a slight rupture of iron cut, and cut through the body of the lowered black 200 without losing its strength.

Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Time seemed to have stopped for a moment.

Two hundred years passed first.

As the body spreads from side to side.

Then the eyes of Namgoong Chae-rin grew as if they were going to tear apart, followed by Chuhongeomje and Biryongsacheon.

"Gwanju!"

Lee Hwon smiled and stretched his sword.

"You're eating so well."

"That's what you call a horse!"

"Then?"

"No! You have to kill me, ···.".".".""

"Then do I have to die?"

Namgoong Chaerin gave a fit of scolding.

"Not that! Just a quick-tempered, hot-blooded friend."

Lee Hwon said with a grave look.

"How do I know that?"

There's no way there's anything to say back.

Kang Ho would have disappeared in the past if he blamed him for killing him even though he had never met him before.

Yi Hwon turned around after throwing Namgoong Chae-rin's sword.

"Isn't it your turn to avenge your colleague?"

Unexpectedly, Biryongsacheon, not the post-marriage inspection, moved.

Maybe they weren't wearing their school uniforms to look cool.

The speech reeked of oil prices.

"The postgum wasn't a brother to us, but he worked with us a lot. I can't help avenging him because he's dead, regardless of his relationship."

Yap!

He continued his words after the foot-dragging.

"As one of the political factions, you can't attack the weak, so I'll give you a chance to have a good day."

"It's all right. The sword was just sharp."

"Okay, we'll deal with you with the yin and yang test."

"As convenient as it is."

After exchanging glances, the Biryongsacheon stream flooded in like a comb.

Lee Hwon's eyes did not fall on the dice ball, the youngest of Biryongsacheon. To be exact, it was a rock disease that rattled on the waist of a dice ball.

'It was delicious.'

Lee Hwon bounced back after his appetite.

I don't care what the secret of the examination is.

Every time I saw an empty spot, I hit it and it was right under the nose of a syringe.

"Uh!"

Lee Hwon removed his bachelor's degree after lightly pushing the wrists of a knife-throwing syringe with both hands. Then lightly tore off the lumbar-bottomed jar.

"My drink!"

The same is true before and after the return.

Lee Hwon smiled and made light fun of his hands.

Every time he broke his wrist, the martial arts stretched and shrunk like a light stick. And every stretch of blood spewed from the limbs of the dice rod.

"Argh!"

But the injection ball couldn't even fall at will.

Lee Hwon pulled the back of the injection ball and gave him an earring.

"I left my hands to drink."

And kicked in the lower abdomen.

Puck!

The Danjeon would have been crushed, and the dark red blood would have splashed.

Lee Hwon's new model flashed and disappeared, then swept back where it had been. He reached out to Biryongsa Stream, and a stream of blood ran out at the moment.

"Huck!"

At the same time, the surroundings of Biryongsa Stream were overturned.

Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Kung!

"I could put my life on the line now. Go away. Be strong and come back if you want revenge."

Biryongsacheon expressed his anger, but in the end he hurriedly left his seat, supporting the agenda.

"What about you?"

The postmortem raised both hands to show no hostility.

Only then did Lee Hwon giggle and tilt the bottle.

"Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!"

It's the liquor of the time.

If I had known this would have happened, I would have found out how it was made and beaten it.

Then a cloud of dust rose in the distance.

More than thirty horses ran, behind five colorful carriages. As soon as the elderly man, who had been at the forefront, jumped out of the saddle, the bluish energy scattered like fog.

"This is Namgoong Chaehwang, the leader of Changryongdang."

Bokujeon introduced Pungbaekjeon in an ear-Baekjeon was preceded by Pungbaekjeon.

Yi Hwon exclaimed at Namgoong Chae-hwang's mysterious divination.

'Hooh, that's pretty good.

Namgoong Chae-hwang flipped over in the air twice, and stepped down lightly enough to prevent dust from rising. After glancing at Lee Hwon, he strode and approached Changmugun Chaerin.

"Brother."

Namgoong Chaehwang slapped Namgoong Chaerin on the cheek with an emotionless face.

Argh!

"I've asked you to bring in a special guest, and you're wasting your time on useless things. Since when has Namgoong Sega's singing been funny?"

Namgoong Chae-rin couldn't raise her head with her cheeks flushed.

"I'm sorry."

Lee Hwon raised his lips interestingly at the sight.

'Dangju slapping the sword in the cheek.

Namgoong Chaehwang stood in front of the crossroads and politely joined hands.

"Welcome to Namgung Sega."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun