Volcanic Spirit

83, Fallen Hero!

Moorimism is like a cluster of jungle.

In other words, everything available in the realm of political factions was available. In other words, where can we get minerals like Jung Jung-seok and Hyung-seok at night?

One existed in the forest blindness.

It is no wonder that the Mooriman information network is based on extensive feed on all plants, animals and minerals present in Gangho. In other words, if an important figure of Maeng was killed, he boasted so much information that it was possible to infer the pleural fluid through traces left on the body.

And Maengju was a place where you could check it all through the twelve o'clock.

"Huh."

During his nearly twenty-odd years in Manchuria, he watched numerous incidents, accidents, eccentricities and strange events. Thus, Kang Ho's insight was unrivaled even though he was in the midst of it.

However, he continued to exclaim as his lips dried up.

"That one, hehe, that one, ··.".".".""

The truth set up around the United States Armed Forces could have killed countless people if it had been activated. But who knew it would be shattered by a single cloud of feet?

And the blind could feel.

Yi Hwon's energy shattered the truth and spread throughout Daebyeolsan Mountain, caught up with the energy that had been tangled inside. The weak would have been concerned about earthquakes due to minute vibrations, and even a single person would have expected the emergence of a great master.

"No way! No way? No way."

Without knowing that the tea was getting cold, Maeng-ju mumbled the federal tongue.

One who knew it would have been the beginning.

Yi Hwon stood on the other side of the place where the devil had two spears.

"Are you ready?"

The mask and the mare nodded.

Lee Hwon's handling of the situation as if it were nothing much makes me feel relaxed. The eyes of Hana Maengju grew as if they were about to tear apart.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

With the blood vessels scattered, the curtain of blood that we saw a moment ago fell on the Great Battle Ground.

Nevertheless, the erection of internal engineering continued.

"Are you spreading your energy to the ground? If so, cover the entire gunpowder of 100,000 roots. It can't be like that, can it?"

Then the mask grumbled.

"Your superiors are so negative that you don't have to tell me about their plight."

The face of the lord blushed red.

'It's not that easy to say!’

Explosion is a phenomenon in which natural products are combined.

And logically, it would be possible to narrow down or control the explosion if it could handle the natural device. In fact, this was the case with the head of the shaman's village or the regiment of Shaolin. However, such examples were only palm-sized Socheon-ro or solo dance produced by spraying memorization.

솨아아아

At that moment, the shape of the tent changed, which was like a huge mass. One side protrudes like a spout, like a spout, and the direction is the side of the devil's window.

At that moment, an impossible imagination flashed through the mind of the blind.

"Are you trying to push that thing aside after it's all blown up?"

It is not that the idea that the direction of the explosion is directed to the air, not to the ground or the surrounding area, is wrong. I was just wondering if it was possible.

"Keu! Maeng-ju's nickname is not Dokcheon-mu-hyeop, but Dae-hyeop.”

It was a shocking sight to the point where even the joke of the horse-riding was dropped. On the other hand, the demons were surprisingly calm even when they saw Lee Hwon's behavior. In the first place, he was not mindful of failure, but rather interested in the unprecedented article.

"This side is ready!"

Lee Hwon nodded, and the mama reached out.

At that moment, the intangible energy headed to the pot under Lee Hwon's feet. Out of 100,000 gunpowder, the pot equivalent to a detonator broke into pieces, and the fire started.

And it exploded as it was.

No sound, no smoke, no debris came out.

It just exploded in a space created by Lee Hwon.

And the moment he reached out and rubbed his blood against the window the devil had put in, the mare moved.

Pavat!

She kicked Jung Jung-seok, whom Talma borrowed without permission. The moment it was mixed with an intangibles and mixed with an explosion, an article broke out. It was as if I had filled my leather pocket with water and pressed the end. Riot smoke, binge drinking, and all kinds of debris were thrown out of the space that had popped out like the mouth of a holster. And it shot up diagonally, as the devil was boastful.

Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Kung!

But it was beautiful.

Maengju was speechless by the green light that stretched out before his eyes.

At that time, Talma shouted aloud, with the whole of the Commonwealth shaking.

"Cheonryongjeon, you bastards! Your ten years are exploding!"

At the same time, Lee Hwon tightened the entrance one more time, and gunpowder, which had exploded in a chain reaction, rushed toward the muzzle. And this time the mare mashed a man's bones and scattered them. As soon as he opened his mouth, the explosion began again.

Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Kung!

This time it's red.

Maeng-ju recited unknowingly.

"Firecrackers?"

The mockery of the mask was followed once more, and the same act was repeated several times. When the amorphous stones were mixed, orange flames scattered like flowers in the sky, and lime began to flash ceaselessly, yellowish and eastern blue, as in broad daylight.

"Oh! It's pretty, isn't it?"

The mama mixed this and that as if a little girl was playing a prank. Whenever that happened, a curious color embroidered the sky, and the scene rose ceaselessly, like a firecracker prepared by the Moorim for the New Dance competition.

Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Kung! Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Kung!

Every time Lee Hwon opened his mouth, the traces of the bomb exploded inside the red membrane.

"Ah!"

It was only after a hundred or so rooms of firecrackers embroidered the sky that Maengju noticed that all 100,000 cartons had disappeared. It was only half an hour ago that he thought he was caught in the male and female waters of Cheonnyongjeon Hall. Now his eyes are not envious or admirable, but awe.

"Whoo."

Lee Hak-ju, the main character, joined hands in the most reverent manner of his life when Lee Hwon turned to one expression, even if he was exercising after a meal.

"What's so important about the state of affairs, the hobby, or the title? You have saved the Moorimists."

He expressed his honest feelings.

Soon after the ceremony, the old masters of the Gupao family, who were watching, joined hands with their tongues out. Lee Hwon's little realization has solved the crisis of blindness, even the debt he can't repay has been solved.

Lee Hwon grinned and pointed to Dae Yeon-mu-jang, whose kidneys seemed to have been crushed with feet.

"If you're so grateful, please clean up."

"Huh? Cleaning up?"

"A new dance competition will be held here in a few hours. Are you just gonna leave it?”

Maengju came forward first and scooped up the dirt that had been piled up on the outskirts.

Dozens of old trees carried dirt and sand, not caring about getting dirty, and carefully covered the blue stone.

The manga-chug smiled and gave a drink to Lee Hwon, who was watching the scene. There were no compliments or words of party affiliation. They just laugh and drink together.

"Now, Nakanbong is completely mine."

The owner was forced to nod his head at the words of the man who was occupying the main telescope without permission.

"Yes, you have!"

After a while, Yi Hwon left the restored Great Battlefield and passed by Maengju.

"Oh! And I'll take your offer."

"Proposal?"

At the question of the lord, Yi Hwon recited with a winking look.

"Common, I'll do it for you."

Yi Hwon and the monsters left, and the old masters also returned with a more comfortable expression. The one left alone, Maeng-ju still recited several times with an incomprehensible expression.

"Do you do? Contribution? Why? No, I don't want to do Murim's credit."

At that moment, the sugar of the manga passed through my mind.

Don't think about it.

Just put it down.

I felt I had to.

"Hoo-hoo, you're not the one I can handle."

The order of the new stage has been greatly simplified.

As long as we know that the plot of Cheonryongjeon Hall and their magic are spread to the depths, we can't just concentrate on the competition.

Fortunately, the Gangho people welcomed with open arms.

What they wanted wasn't a hero story of a late jockey or a master that would emerge through a new dance competition. They are the only ones who do not mind the path of the gods. And when Lee Hwon's prediction arrived, Daepyeolsan Mountain was packed with people.

"This, ······. Can you even hear me?”

Even a warrior who could reach the boundary between the inner and outer provinces of Mooriman could not hide his anxious look. The unrest was caused by those who had already been pushed out of the forest alliance, and disputes arose everywhere. I was worried that no matter how much I put my efforts into it, I could still hear it from the outer court. Also, if it is possible, what about those who are close?

It was a problem whether it was too big or too small, or even if it wasn't heard.

But no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't think of a solution.

"Let's go a little further.”

The warrior talked to his colleague and shrugged.

This is because those who were close to the front stared with fierce eyes. There was a tense atmosphere, as if it would not be strange to kill someone even if they cut in line.

"Ha, I have managed to come all the way here with seed money to revive the crown of my hometown, ······.".""

"The well-off have already camped out in front, and this is all in the same boat. Don't cut in on me! I'll kill them all, and I'll die, too!”

Harsh voices were heard everywhere.

And there is no reason not to burst into discontent with the already small gathering of sweaty men. It was when such a babble reached its peak.

"I am Lee Hwon."

Those who frowned opened their eyes wide.

There was a loud, small voice, but enough to understand.

"Where are you talking about?”

"Are local horses roaming around?"

Gangho people looked around to find Lee Hwon's location.

I couldn't find him anywhere.

"Focus, as you've felt, you know this is unprecedented in all ages. Shinma's deep-seated spirit has enormous power and infinite potential to destroy the universal values of the Gangho. I'm sure you've felt it through the last ten thousand. Depending on who you are and how you have lived your life, I'm sure you feel the same way. And what you get will change."

Someone muttered.

"So you're saying we should listen here and resolve it?"

"It's the first and last time I've explained it myself, but in the future, I'm sure the Mooremists will write it down and distribute it. So you can leave if you want to wait for the next time."

No one left.

Everyone became one mind and waited for Lee Hwon's words to follow. In my heart, I imagine myself becoming one of the greatest masters in the world.

"Among the Shimdeuk of the Silla Dynasty, the current Moorimun is the Wudangpa, the Sandongakga, the Namgung Sega, and the volcanic wave. Let's take a moment to thank each of the defenses that would have been Yujin of John Jang for allowing public discussion."

A brief silence ensued.

But instead of paying a silent tribute or expressing gratitude, most people cursed those who did not show up in the Moorim League.

"Since the Battle of Manmae is already widely known, I will convey the intangibles of the shaman, the ten-stringed brainwork of the mountain musician, and the intangible spirit of the Namgoongsei."

That's how Lee Hwon's explanation went on for more than half an hour.

"Aren't you sad?"

The devil and the mama snorted at Lee Hwon's question.

"I've been carrying it on my shoulders for fifty years. Now that I've shared this with others, I'm no longer obliged to pay back to Shinma or to keep my vows with the people of the East. And as you know the formation, we've been digging for 50 years and coming all the way here. I and Namgoong will always be ahead of them."

The devil agreed to the words of the mama and laughed.

In particular, he was amazed at the large-scale convergence that Lee Hwon completed.

"So far, I've only thought about classifying the law book and the reverse law book. By the way, Daejang connected Beopbo and Beopbo overnight and spread their voices throughout the mountain. There's no reason to be greedy for the sake of Shinma's heart."

The devil gave a federal tongue as if the excitement still hadn't gone away. On the other hand, she was so sad that she ate up her appetite.

"What is Cheonryongjeon doing? I failed even though I put up my own change. Fifty years have turned into an empty fire, and it's strange that it's quiet.”

"It must have been poisoned by now."

"Then what are you doing? It doesn't pop out because of the poison. Maybe he's crouching for another chance?

Lee Hwon said while drinking alcohol from the battle of Maengju.

"That's why I've set up a way."

"What is it?"

"Mainju will make a presentation soon. We ran away without revealing all of Shinma's virtues. And I'll declare it as a mooray.

"Let's be a bandit?”

"Uh."

He nodded with a look of hope that the mama, the devil and the mask would have a reason. Hana`s Chun Young-young blinked her eyes and failed to adjust to the situation.

"Common? Why? If we're just a little busy right now, we can attract billions!"

Yi Hwon tilted the bottle to the last drop, then grinned.

"It's okay. I've tried it and it's kind of fun.”

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun