Volcanic Spirit

There was one reason why he stopped at Samsoju's residence.

It was so powerful that the energy passed over the fence, which was so low as to be almost shoulder to shoulder-deep. I felt as if I had a warrior of this magnitude waiting and should come over with determination.

That was weaker than Chung Juk-hwi.

There were more than one or two such spirits, and it was almost impossible to approach them secretly like now to deal with them.

'Well, you've lost half of it, though.

More than half of them seemed to have moved under the order of the Manhaegakism. As a result, I could feel only 18 energy.

rattling

Lee Hwon picked up a barrel from a liquor store in Samsoju.

Of the dozens of chopsticks, only 18 were taken out and put down.

'One, two, ····.' Hmm, maybe six?'

Even if it was possible for Lee Hwon to move objects by enlightening the old-fashioned brickwork, the limit existed. He could not attack those who were not seen by words, and he could not subdue those who hid behind the wall. At least six people who were caught in Lee Hwon's mood were behind the bushes or exposed themselves completely.

It may be a foot of confidence, but I intend to show my own way of speaking.

Lee Hwon jumped onto a small fence about his shoulder.

And at the same time scattered chopsticks.

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe!

What flew to the wall pierced the wall, and what was directed at the tree pierced the tree. One enemy was not hit by a chopstick that had exhausted its strength by piercing the shield once.

"Uh!"

Fortunately, five of the six men Lee Hwon targeted fell with a single scream. One word was equivalent to the meaning that it soon caught the attention of thirteen people.

"What is he?"

It was impossible to hide in any more.

"The dowager has come to see the gaju!"

Laughter flowed from the mix of the elderly and the elderly.

"I heard the DUI is drunk, but he's drunk."

Lee Hwon flew over the fence instead of answering.

Now that his equatorial colleague has fallen, he must have considered any further conversation meaningless.

Four out of thirteen flooded in a lump.

They are those who have mastered the passing position.

Then came two men holding jangchang, and two men wielding gujeolgon and whipping sticks, half a step behind. He seemed to be trying to revive the advantages of Jang Byung-ki through the vacancy of the successful candidates.

A total of eight people.

Lee Hwon kicked his tongue.

If he had become more famous and had to be in awe, thirteen would have resigned without fighting. If not, at least the strongest had to come forward first.

One thing in front of me was the same damn thing.

"Until when!"

Lee Hwon unfolded his arms in the air.

The moment the Palhwang and Mugeuk stretched out like a sword, it would have seemed as if they had spread their wings. Red energy and gold mines were mixed in between, drawing keen attention for a moment.

"Do you think you can see the liver in front of me?"

I can't afford to work with odds and ends any more.

Therefore, the first number of coal spewed out with all its power.

Later Geomje was exited as a corpse, and Changmu Geomje was the power of enchantment. It was not even in front of the house, nor could the guards guarding the house be stopped.

As if the flames were lengthening, the strong energy of the Jeokgeumgwang flashed. And by the hand gesture of the kidney, which had scratched the field or the ground, the three fighters were thrown out in blood.

"Jang!"

He must have been acquainted with the dead.

Hana Lee Hwon found her next opponent with a look of irritation.

"No sign! No name! Don't talk."

His arms stretched long and pierced his opponent's chest, and his fist swirled in the martial arts hit his face. Two more fell down, and Lee Hwon's words burst out.

"You're not worth it!"

He let out no insults or ridicule.

Now Lee Hwon valued revealing his strength to the world. He filled the air like a flash, so the eight men who ran out in vain turned away.

"Stop it!"

You don't avoid it?

"Kill him!"

You don't run away?

In Lee Hwon's eyes, red light spread like a flash.

If you want to live, you will live. If you want to die, you will die.

The relationship with Namgoongse has been erased from my head.

'You can be as strong as you are!'

Even if half of Namgoong Sega's family dies, it should be strong enough to choose Hwapyeong instead of revenge.

It doesn't matter whether it's Shaolin or Moorimian.

Even before returning to Korea, people who were blind in the forest and the sound before returning to Korea would feel nervous even if they were sleeping. So, just put the volcano in the center and make the whole river flat.

Pavat!

The ripples flashed through.

In between, those who tried to stop Lee Hwon caught him everywhere. The enemy fell as if the time had stopped when the ripples were scattered late, and the red light had faded away.

"Whew."

Yi Hwon took a slow step, leaving the twelve fallen men behind. At that time, the beautiful trees were split and a thunderbolt fell down.

It was a surprise attack that I could never imagine.

If he had been the leader of the political faction, he would have been beaten.

He would not have considered poison or dark attack because he recognized the Namgoong Sega.

Hana Yi Hwon was not a master of ordinary political factions, nor did he recognize Namgoong Sega. What is different from Bonghwanghoe in Junggyeong, Ants Cave in Sanseo Province, and Hwachong Palace in Seomseo?

"Everything is equal except volcanoes!"

Lee Hwon raised his hand without a blink of an eye.

A hand wrapped around the phalanx grabbed the enemy's sword, and the moment it gave it strength, it broke into pieces. In the meantime, the fragments of the sword were memorized and inserted into the opponent's whole body.

Beep Beep down!

"Cuck, you, ·····"

The will that a stranger could not understand was dropped in my ears.

Lee Hwon pushed the closed door past his opponent.

profit and loss

And beyond that, at last, hundreds of torches and flashing lights appeared like a fireplace.

a royal war

It was the residence of a family owner, which was taught by Danhak of the post-marriage inspection system.

The sight of it made me laugh.

"Hey, you're doing fine with the king."

Originally, the government prohibited the use of titles or letters. Even if the book was written in secret, he would not leave any records, only expressing it in words or actions. However, the inscription "King" remained clearly on the Hyeonpan, which was directly marked by hundreds of years.

"If there is no official duty, the provincial governor of Anhui Province visits Namgung Sega every fabric and Mid-Autumn Festival to greet them."

It was a reply in a calm tone.

A stout old man sitting on a rock rose slowly, leaning on a sword. Then another old man appeared, swaying his fan as if he were taking a walk.

"But unfortunately for the past few decades, there has been no official duty every day.Moreover."

It meant that he intentionally took time to visit.

Yi Hwon looked not at the two old men but at the hollow of the center. The most subtle energy was as soft as fog and then split from side to side. There stood an old man, as thin as an old tree, leaning on a pointed sword.

"So you're pointing a sword at the world."

The energy created by the three men intertwined and pushed everything away. The sound of insects and the sound of grass shaking all disappeared.

In the meantime, Lee Hwon burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

asked the old man who was fanning.

"What's funny?"

Lee Hwon pointed at three people alternately with his fingers.

"You must have waited here for decades to strike that line. It's so funny, and it's pathetic, and it's ridiculous."

"You're a more spoiled child than I've heard."

The old man's lament erased a smile.

"Do you admit to being a scapegoat when you pick a habit rather than a warrior?"

"The more I see, the more spoiled I am."

"Given that you're the only one making fun of the snout, is this discussed in advance?"

Boom!

A stout old man struck the ground with a sword.

"Stop! This is the place where the patriarch stays. We have no intention of getting out of here, so if you step down, we won'

"Would you like to go?"

Even the stout old man could not help but blush at Lee Hwon's teasing. Then the old man, as thin as an old tree, squeaked.

"Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk It's done. Let's call it a name, and compete in arms. Like you said, we've been very bored for a long time. So I actually don't want you to go back. So I'll go first. I'm said to be an old school in the Seven Kingdoms at Kwangwoon Seven."

The old school jagged at the stout old man as if it was his next turn. The old man opened his mouth with a cough, as if old school were the head.

"It's the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms."

"Hah, a fan of the same Chilgong."

Nogyo, Taktapryeong, and Pan.

At first glance, it was clearly an alias, not a real name.

Lee Hwon gave a word, kicking his tongue.

"Every Taste."

The old school rounded up the rice paddy-like lips that had cracked in the drought.

"Ho! That's a good drink. Now! Let's fight."

But three people moved at the same time.

Even Lee Hwon had to admit for a moment that the situation was unexpected. Those who were called Chilgong were obviously masters over Cheng Jukhui, who belonged to the Four Seasons. And it was much higher than the Changryong Dangju, Namgung Chaehwang. It would have been a little stronger than the shamanic twins, by guess.

Therefore, all three are masters of absolute intelligence.

However, when they tried to join forces in the form of arms, they burst into laughter.

"You must be having fun."

Lee Hwon nodded gladly.

"Now it's a little bit of a deal."

"A warrior dies for the sake of a known man. We recognized you, so we'll have no regrets if we die."

"I'll engrave that on the tombstone."

The old school let out an exclamation.

"Oh! Where else is he? I'll have a great rest of my life if I take him and talk to him. Kid, I think you're cute and I want to give you a piece of advice. Will you listen?"

"If you're an old man like yourself, I can give you a will."

Despite Lee Hwon's teasing, old school's expression remained unchanged.

In the same state as the Myeonggyeong index, he spoke as if he was genuinely concerned about Lee Hwon.

"Five generations."

"Is that a will? Is it a push?"

"One mountain musician knows Jegalse and Gyoryongse. That Sega in the world was only allowed by Namgoong. the only rent in the river That's the Namgoongse."

"What are you saying?"

The old school kicked its tongue.

"The power of the Southern palace tax does not come from force. It has long been closely related to the lives of the common people, as well as to the government and commerce. What you've done today will be enough to be criticized by the strong, but you will be a meritorious subject because the object was the Namgoong tax. You've broken into the secret of the Namgoong Sega and killed the gasoline, so you can't get rid of it. That's why I say it. Apologize sincerely after a good fight with us. "Gaju cares for the strong, so if you join us, the ball will be meaningless."

At first glance, there was sincerity.

Even though Taktapryeong and Seonpung frowned in the middle of the forehead, the old school stared at Yi Hwon with a gentle look.

The answer came out in action, not words.

Yap!

Lee Hwon straightened his back after spitting out thick sputum.

"One man is enough to care for me, and the conduit that touches heaven is enough for me to stay. How envious of the fresh and the fairies if you drink with him in the conduit?"

The Tower of Taktap made a loud noise.

"You! You humiliated even the old school's consideration! Your ass won't die fine!"

Lee Hwon raised the corners of his mouth.

"Oh! There was a guy who spoke like you. The bastard's killed twice, but you can only kill once. Right?"

"Loward! Old school! No further conversation is pointless!"

The old school also nodded and gestured.

Once on his knees, it seemed as if he was going to talk again.

"Cleckle, you'll be in the Tripitaka Koreana, and now you've got half a shot. Let's take it easy."

The gale approached gently.

Hana Lee Hwon's eyes shook violently as soon as he bounced off the ground. The opponent's spirit was felt from all sides, and the backstroke was more than that.

And before he could even count the heat, the fan was taken away from him, and he had to pull out the sword.

"Give me my fan."

Lee Hwon tilted his head.

"You said let's relax!"

"Nome! It's her last possession. It's not something you're messing with!"

The cry of the fan was full of anger and remorse.

As soon as Lee Hwon's hands were bloodshot, the fan was crushed and scattered.

"Come on! Do you still want to play?”

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun