Volcanic Spirit

81, 18 to 1.

After his return, Yi Hwon lived like the wind.

The word hwon means brightness, but in terms of its pattern, it means two suns. Lee Hwon regarded it as a two-time. So I didn't want to put a great cause or purpose into my life.

vengeance on the Heavenly Dragon War

Wouldn't a second life be too tight to live on as an indicator of life? So he avenged himself, drank alcohol, and built friendships with others at Cheonryongjeon Hall.

That alone was already enjoyable enough to offset the sorrow and anger before the return. What is to be afraid of just jumping into the Forbidden City and kicking the emperor's butt? In that sense, the situation a little while ago seemed to be an important indicator of future life.

Ho Jung-cheong was one of the fifteen men who attacked him before his return.

If it had been before, I would have torn it apart as soon as I saw it, and thought of the next thing.

I could bear one naturally.

This is due to the relationship with the forehorse that was encountered after the return.

"It's very important to get a stable supply of alcohol."

The relationship with the money-related warp was prioritized over revenge against Ho Jung-cheong, who attacked him before his return. That's why I solved her problem and gave her a chance. Hana ended her life miserably in her hands as before her return.

"Are you a little late?"

Yi Hwon drooped as he headed for Daepyeolsan Mountain.

The time promised with the telephone has already passed.

"Then you'll have to be a little bit late.

He turned to the base, and a moment later began to climb Mt. Daepyeol, swinging a bottle of liquor.

"How long should I stay like this?"

"When the day dawns, we have to inform the blind of the order of the New Stage and guide the VIPs from all over the country.”

"It's not time to be like this!"

"What else are you going to do with the non-stage? We haven't even got a proper checklist yet!"

"By the way, is it right that the cooker is alive?"

The Maengjujeon was as noisy as a market barrel.

It was already a departure from the time when Lee Hwon decided to come. However, people complained and didn't leave one person. It was a long shot that I could hear the true story of Shinma first.

I just raise my voice in case I'm looking forward to it.

"Uh! It's here."

The mare twinkled her eyes.

At first glance, the smell of expensive alcohol has spread.

It was only a dozen pages, but I was sure it was Lee Hwon.

Who can wander around near the rice wine pancake while drinking alcohol?

"Be quiet, everyone. The formation is here!"

The devil knocked on the floor with a spear and pulled the door.

profit and loss

And beyond that, it was revealed that Lee Hwon, with a fiery face, was coming with a whimper.

[You really drank it.]

[Amazing]]

On the other hand, the former horse swept his chest with a sigh of relief. Although he used the monster's name to boast about it, it was not easy to meet the eyes of Maengju and other old masters.

'Phew, I'm done with my job.’

On the other hand, the eyes of the mama and the devil were strangely sparkling.

Lee Hwon's plan is unprecedented in all ages.

'Will it be possible?

'It'll work. I think there's going to be a problem.’

The faces of the old masters, including Maengju, were also not good.

Apart from acknowledging Lee's strength, there was no reason not to be angry at the treatment he had never received in his life. But they, too, are foresters. Now that Shinma's deep-seated heart was shaking like a carrot in front of her eyes, it was hard to refuse any whip.

"Have you come?"

The leaders of the Moorim League had the presence of a statue and a statue under the leadership of the Maengju, and included the old masters of the senate and the elders.

Lee Hwon glanced at people at the greeting of the literary world.

As soon as any of them stepped out, people gathered like clouds. Hana Yi-hwon looked at them leisurely like a butcher.

"There's something I need to check before I reveal the true story of the Divine Spirit."

I got to the point without apologizing for being late, but no one says anything. There was now a priority over cause, position, or track record of life.

It's the Duke of War.

"What is it?"

"Cheonryongjeon Hall was either face-changing or seductive, causing numerous bloodstains. And now that Jegal Sega's Socheonsak has been confirmed to be an important figure in the Heavenly Dragon War or its equivalent, we should assume that there is such a man in the inner circle."

Lee Hwon did not necessarily say that the inspection of the Murim Alliance was the main work. Without such an explanation, he was confident that he could achieve his goal.

"So you see military exploits?"

"First of all, those who are seduced are under the influence of Kangrim's conjugal therapy, so it's not hard to weed it out. If you've changed your face, you can't identify it with the Gangrim wedding, which means there could be a fake between you."

One of the elders roared.

"No way! The people here have been together for years at least for a short time and tens of years at a long time. But my friend might be a fake? You don't think I know that?"

"Jegalsega has been preparing for this job for decades. Cheonnyongjeon may have a different plan, but it was the case for the Socheonsak period. After decades of observation, it won't be impossible to imitate your every move."

The blind man sighed.

"Well, so is he. You can imitate everything, but it's impossible for a fake to imitate even the real exploits. Especially, most of the people here have never done anything in front of others recently. And even if they did, they wouldn't be able to tell the sewage apart.”

Lee Hwon said with a nod.

"I know it's taboo. It's my mission and the noble will of the Volcanic League to spread the heart and soul of the Shinma through the New Dance Competition."

It's a lie.

I just want to beat up Cheonryongjeon.

However, Maeng-ju nodded as if she understood Lee Hwon's mind.

"I understand the meaning of the Governor. I have a few problems. As the governor said, we should spread the military power of the vision, but no matter how close we are, we cannot tell. If you do, who can confirm that it's real, and it's fake?"

Lee Hwon grinned.

"I do."

"What?"

The old masters had a fit of rage and hesitated as they tried to get up.

It was as if every pore had a fine energy. It was obvious what power it would exert the moment it was willing to kill.

"I'm not here to insult you. And as the horse has already explained, it's not forced. You can leave if you don't want to. And don't worry about Shinma because she's going to be released on a fixed date."

None of them turned back.

If he says otherwise, he could have suspected that he was the mastermind of Cheonryongjeon.

Did you take that into consideration?

Maeng-ju stared at Yi Hwon with her eyes squinted.

He didn't hate Lee Hwon from the start.

He was also not a disciple of Mingmun, but a master of the position of Maengju in Yuhyeop, which used to be an unrivaled leader. This means that in the past, Lee Hwon dreamed of the stability of the people by pursuing practical interests, not caring about the eyes or cause of others. That's why I didn't hate Lee Hwon, who seemed to be acting like a monster between the two sides. In a way, he is too cheerful and has never crossed the line that he should not do as a human being.

"I agree."

The wine opened the water.

Like the nickname "Dokcheonmukhyup," Lee Hak-ju, the main character, was a noble person who had never sought personal gain or personal gain. Eventually, he accepted Lee Hwon's proposal one by one, and soon created a space for a demonstration in the center.

"Let's set the order."

Yi Hwon took out a small box with the horse.

When I opened the box, there were dozens of palm-sized sheets of paper.

"I'll spray paper because the order can cause unnecessary misunderstanding. It's a demonstration in the order it's written there."

The old masters looked at each other and nodded.

There is no reason for dissatisfaction if it is random.

Several people stepped forward to pick first, and at that moment, the article broke out. As soon as Lee Hwon hit the bottom of the box, dozens of sheets of paper came to mind. And isn't it scattered all over the place as if it were spreading out the ground?

"Huh!"

While the old masters were in shock, the paper sank to man as if it had a magnet on it. Each person is evenly distributed. On an indescribable prestige, the old masters were bewildered without even thinking of checking the paper.

It is not difficult to use an intangible pendulum.

However, they did not even know the existence of Intangible Jin-gi, so they saved their words as if they had seen the sky above. And this prestige made Lee Hwon unable to deny his decision.

"Huh, I'm number one."

The elderly man in the Presbyterian Church gave a big smile.

The elderly man, nicknamed "Park Ryong Chang-su," saw the climax with his long and long ways. It was famous for its assessment that it would rise to the ranks of the elders in the future. And people don't know, but it was the worst of all here.

'It's annoying, but they're people to be seen for a while.'

The old masters had no idea that the numbers they received were in the order of merit. Didn't he embrace it by himself after all the things he had to do? Hana Yi Hwon read the flow of natural knowledge through Intangible Jin Gi, which made it possible to judge the strength.

Of course it won't be absolute.

Their experience and unprincipled herbivores were areas that could not be known simply by looking. In the end, he received a note in order of internal investigation.

"It reminds me of the old days when I tried to perform in front of many seniors."

"Haha! Yang Gaya. Do as hard as you did in front of your master when you were a child!"

An elder who was close to Park Ryong-chang cheered jokingly. Park Ryong Chang-su's military exploits were named after the movie, saying that the scene of catching a dragon was like a crazy scene.

Sure enough, Park Ryong Chang-soo took control of the space by alternately playing the genre and technique. And as if there was a gust of wind inside the temple, Jangyeong flashed everywhere. And he was so majestic that he could feel his chills just by dealing with the weak.

"That's right! That's Park Ryong Il, the essence of the Eungcheon Park Ryong Jang method, and Gyeongcheon Yong Ho is one after another. You've gone through a lot, and you've achieved quite a bit."

Park Ryong-chang turned himself in the air twice before stepping down. Then they joined hands for the old masters.

"It was a small feat."

A smile lingered around his mouth, as if he thought he showed it to Kang Ho's seniors, not Lee Hwon. After Park Ryong-su made a series of attacks, he looked at Lee Hwon.

"Thank you. Thank you."

It meant passing.

So one by one came out according to the numbered list and began to spread the martial arts. Originally relaxed, they began to perform their military service with all their might. He seemed to think that this would be the case, where the level of merit is divided.

So will he.

In any case, those who gathered here were the highest leaders of the political factions.

With a total of sixty-seven fighters gathered, all sorts of military exploits appeared. Some people were surprised to see the noble deeds of their close friends, or those who did not know each other, but still wanted to be close friends.

[Something warmer than I thought]]

It would have been terrible if I had just opened it up in front of the big guy. But I guess they're relaxed because there's a lot of people gathered.]

Hana was called hwamuilhong ( 했다 했다 했다 했다 했다 했다 했다 했다 했다 했다 했다 했다 했다 했다

The warm atmosphere did not last long, as there were no red flowers for 10 days.

The problem was the old man who accepted number 33.

Among the elders of the Moorim League, he is well-educated and well-known for his good character. As soon as he began writing, some old masters recited poems in response. He is that close to many people.

Hana Lee Hwon tilted her head.

Then he rushed at the old man who was doing the writing.

The act of removing the iron pen and grabbing the top of the head took place simultaneously.

"What, what are you doing?"

Yi Hwon stared at the lord, ignoring the astonished.

"You said that the English writing system is a method that started in Yurim and improved, right?”

This is what the old man explained before he spread his arms.

Lee Hwon raised the corners of his mouth.

"But Yurim's exploits are missing something she deserves. Sometimes the flow takes the role and looks no different on the outside, but the natural resources don't miss it."

It was a clear explanation that reminded me of the ancient history of Soyibulu.

"The flow was slightly altered, but I thought it was supposed to be like that's what I thought. But you didn't miss the fine line.”

"You mean Yurim's martial arts skills?"

Hana Maengju has grasped the key point.

"You don't feel the flow of nature?"

Lee Hwon nodded with the idea that he was also a hard runner.

He who has reached the level of military merit makes it his lifelong goal to make his inner workings more and out of life. Even if it was the same power, the power of the two men was completely different. And ultimately, if one accepts a natural flag, it is often said that one's inner workings are indistinguishable, and the Danjeon has become a spring that never dries up.

"What! You don't have to explain it for a long time.”

Lee Hwon put down his hand and covered his face, which he had grabbed at the top of his head. As soon as the fear was young, the red energy spread out like a tent.

Aaaaaaaaaaaa

At the same time the old man screamed.

My friends tried to come forward in unison, but all they had to do was take off their hips. No wonder the old man's screams made his mother's bones flutter. And the moment the blood flowed from the Seven Kingdoms, something shocking happened.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Isn't the old man's face changing like a light-drama actor who does a pervert? And the face of a completely changed old man was the same as that of a hillbilly you would often see on the road.

"Hey! You must have practiced for a long time. That's too bad, isn't it?"

At Lee Hwon's sly remark, the old man dulled his chin and tried to mutter, "What?" Soon after one, the blood spattered out and the atmosphere sank coldly.

After that, the old masters continued to perform in arms.

One thing was that they were not as friendly as they were a little while ago, and the way they looked at each other. And after a while the second liver was caught.

Lee Hwon just killed them without prying into information.

The real ones will follow their own plans anyway, and they will only serve as informants. And after searching for a total of five Ganja, only one group of fighters remained.

Eighteen in all.

They are the best leaders of the political factions, including Maengju, Munmusang, and Gupaoga. And their exploits have been kept secret for hundreds of years, making it impossible for them to even grasp each other. He had to believe that it was just so.

"I've been waiting a long time. Now! Come on out on 49."

Now they are aware that the numbers are related to military exploits. Therefore, the person named after him looked somewhat uncomfortable.

"The volcano's dominance is much stronger than I am, just in middle age?’

The long-term literary figure of the communists sighed in the audience's reviews.

"That means the governor will check it himself. So do you want to rub?"

"That's the fastest."

"I'm sure most of all, you'll have to face it. But then you're going to deal with all the 18 people left here?"

asked the question with a false smile.

Lee Hwon, on the other hand, shrugs lightly.

"Why is that?"

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun