Return of Mount Hua Sect

"Uh……Uh…"...…."

Wirip San's eyes were as big as a fist.

"Oh, no. I...….Huh?"

Obviously, I watched it with my eyes from beginning to end. However, his head was not able to properly interpret the situation he saw with his eyes.

You're winning?'

No, it is overwhelming to be precise.

The disciples of that Hawasan were pushing the seemingly terrifying shaman's disciples.

Wirip San couldn't believe the sight in front of him.

Where's the shaman?

It is called the northernmost part of the river lake. There are a lot of inspections in the world, but no one hesitates to put a shaman in its first place.

If there is anything comparable, Namgungse is only.

But the shaman's disciples were now being pushed by Hawasan's disciples.

"This can't be happening."

Hwayoungmoon is a stenographer of Hwasan.

Wirip San is a man of infinite pride in being a pupil of Hawasan. But isn't pride a pride and reality a reality?

A man who is proud of his father does not say that his father is greater than a general or a taesa. Goodwill and ability are two separate issues.

That's how Wirip San felt about Wasan.

I know it's a fallen literary group, but I just couldn't cut the affection I had for Wasan.

But the fallen Moon faction is now fighting to protect him. And even on the way to winning.

Wirip San raised his hand and grabbed his chest.

I have a throbbing feeling.

"Oh, Father."

"Yes."

Wiso Haeng also looked back at Wirip San with trembling eyes.

"You're strong."

What else can you say?

Nothing more than a touch…….

He's the best.

"……."

Wirip San's head slowly turns.

Sitting down on the floor without a shaggy head, Chung-Myung, who was blowing a trumpet with a bottle of alcohol that he didn't know when he brought it, came in.

"……."

"Wow!"

Chung-Myung looks at Wirip San with his head slightly tilted to see if he felt his eyes.

"May I offer you a drink?"

"……."

Hawasan has changed.

The disciples became as strong as they could be.….

There's a crazy one.

In the old days, neither of them existed.

It was Wirip San, who had no choice but to seriously consider which one was better, the one that had neither or the other.

Oh, no, this isn't the time to think about this!

"The seal is now fighting the death penalty and the private sector, and you're losing your drink!"

"Yes, well."

"Oh, really?"

Then there's nothing we can do...…. Oh, not this!

Chung-Myung grinned as he watched Wirip San grinning at bewilderment.

"I've done something, and if I lose to them, I'll put my nose in the dish."

"Huh?"

Wirip San asked back with a face he didn't understand at all.

Chung-Myung didn't answer, he just laughed. And looked toward the yard where the battle was still going on.

Someone taught me.'

It has no choice but to be strong. Since Chung-Myung taught it himself.

Arrogant?

You're welcome.

If you search the world, there are a few people like Chung-Myung who can teach them. That is something that even Chung-Myung admits.

But it never happens that they teach their disciples like Chung-Myung. Never!

Can you imagine the top leaders of the literature kicking and appeasing the three great disciples and teaching them from the basics?

No matter where you look in the world, there is no such place.

Even if there is a person who is motivated to do so, if he tries to teach his students, all the elders, starting with the long writers, will come running and make a fuss.A matter of course.

Munpa's strength is determined by how many masters he has, but Munpa's status is determined by how strong the highest number in Munpa is.

Isn't it obvious that Hawasan, who was always treated as a second-in-command by a shaman, laughed at the end of the shaman's chin as soon as he released the plum blossom inspection?

As such, the top leaders of each faction devote all their energy to cultivating and completing their martial arts. And to prevent the disconnection of that realization, there are only a few disciples.

But Chung-Myung is different.

He has an understanding of martial arts, which goes beyond the top leaders of each literary group, and furthermore, there is a time that they do not have.

And above all...….

It's important for me to be strong. But that's not all.'

Didn't you already feel it?

In a life where he was the only one struggling to be strong, Chung-Myung groaned at the result he never wanted to reach. The horrendous death penalty still haunts him once in a while.

I'll never see it like that again.

Not only that, but also Hawasan needs to be strong.

So one day, when Chung-Myung fully achieves his martial arts and the death penalty becomes stronger, Huasan will usher in a new era that has never come.

I'm the best.

"Wow!"

Chung-Myung, who drank cool, murmured, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

"Jo-Gol death penalty, three mistakes. No, four times."

That was later killed.

Baek Cheon turned his head and looked at Jo-Gol. He clearly heard Chung-Myung murmuring from behind. Jo-Gol couldn't have heard it either.

Jo-Gol, who wields a sword, is seen pale.

'I shouldn't make a mistake.'

Baek Cheon's eyes turn forward. Jin Hyun was staring at him with a stiff face.

Baek Cheon slowly opened his mouth.

"What are you doing?"

"……What?"

"You don't look like such a man to save face."

Jin Hyun, who understood Baek Cheon's words, bites his lips tightly.

And then I slurred to a little.

"Help the Deathly Brothers!"

"…… death penalty?"

"What are you doing? Right now!"

"Yes!"

Those who guarded Jin Hyun go to support the scattered death penalty.

Baek Cheon glanced back and grinned.

"I don't want to forget it. Wudang's disciples collaborate to deal with Hwasan's disciples...…."

"……."

Jin Hyun couldn't answer back and bit his lips.

God d*mn it.

Even if you win, you can't be proud. No, it is rather shameful. If it wasn't for a fight that had to be won, I wouldn't have done this even if I'd lost.

"It's funny, isn't it?"

Jin Hyun sighed deeply and slightly closed and opened his eyes.

Baek Cheon nodded, seeing the anger and embarrassment quickly disappear from his face.

That's great.

In terms of immobility, it is far beyond Baek Cheon. Baek Cheon still can't control his emotions as much as I do.

But that's all.

Then Jin Hyun opened his mouth.

"May I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"……how did you become so strong?"

"Not exactly an interesting question. It's a simple reason. I trained hard."

"Are you kidding me?"

Baek Cheon shrugged his shoulders.

I don't believe you even if you tell me what you are, is there any way I can? Although there are, of course, several modifiers left out, such as dying hard, vomiting, and bloody dung.You can't do it even if I tell you to.'

That is not to say that there is willpower.

If you give up or rebel, you can only make it possible if you have someone to bully you enough to think it would be better to die.

Thinking of the past training, it was Baek Cheon who was cold and shaking without realizing it.

"Whatever. Either way, it's true that you're strong. But one more."

Jin Hyun's face is slightly distorted. I controlled my emotions to some extent, but I couldn't stand it.

"Why isn't he coming forward? Are you ignoring the shaman? Or do you want to keep an eye on that little reputation?"

He's the author.

Baek Cheon, who glanced back at Chung-Myung, smirked.

"You must be mistaken."

"…… mistaken?"

"You can't get him out of here with your skills. You have to be on the right level to be on the right track."

Jin Hyun's face is distorted.

"But don't be too angry. It's the same for me. There are strange things in the world once in a while. Like a chicken with three legs or a snake with two tails. Then a monster with three heads and six arms comes out."

"……tripe meat?"

"There's nothing to worry about. I'll play with you. Wouldn't it be appropriate to deal with an autopsy? The Hawaiian dinosaur is a little too much."

"Are you not his private residence?"

"You can't cover your strength with your distribution."

Once Baek Cheon was obsessed with that, too.

It's a hundred times more important to be stronger than that now.

"I think we should start fighting. Or that d*mn scoundrel will be furious again. But I'd better promise you one thing before that."

Baek Cheon looked at Jin Hyun and said,

"If you lose this game, step down from the South. And don't ever touch the gate again. If you're a man of shame."

Jin Hyun said with a stiff face.

"If we lose, it will be in my honor."

"That's fine."

Snarling.

Baek Cheon pulled out the sword.

Jin Hyun slowly pulled out the sword.

Now that we have had a few conversations, we don't need anything more. Just a sword to prove who's stronger.

"Burn it!"

Jin Hyun rushed to Baek Cheon without hesitation.

'Don't give me a break.'

I didn't just play in the back. Already he has watched the fight of the death penalty. Their sword is frighteningly swift and flashy. If you give him a good grace, he might get attacked without even trying to fight back.

But there wasn't a bit of a stir in Baek Cheon's eyes when he saw Jin Hyun rush in.

I'm getting to know you.'

What a monster the disciples of Hawasan have trained with.

You're missing the head! The private residence has been killed 12 times today! Uh, does he have a hobby? Are you going to die like that again? Come on, let's go to hell today!

"Sad."

Baek Cheon gritted his teeth and grabbed the sword, recalling memories that he didn't want to see in his dream.

And ran to Jin Hyun, who was running!

A black dragon?

One of the best late indicators in the world?

Perhaps, without Hwajong Branch, Jin Geum Ryong of Jongnam would have also put its name on Yukryong. In other words, Jin Hyun and Jin Geum Ryong are equal talents.Baek Cheon's eyes sink cold.

Jin Hyun's sword with a blue sword moves smoothly. It's as if the width of blue silk.

A magnificent history.

And unshakable candle.

It was a sword that could understand why this man was praised by the world.

Only one.

Baek Cheon's sword shakes lightly.

It's touching.

A red plum blossom rose from the tip of his sword.

'I smoked.'

After pushing and pushing yourself, disbanding and disbanding.

Plum blossoms finally bloom at the end of Baek Cheon's sword.

Dozens of plum blossoms soon bloom. As if it were windy somewhere, the plum blossoms rose to Ho Gong and fluttered as rain of petals.

"Oh...."

Jin Hyun opens his eyes wide.

He swung his sword desperately, albeit belatedly. A wave of blue swords covers his entire body.

I don't know-how.

Blackness that never breaks and never breaks.

But it was impossible to keep out all the fluttering petals.

Slipping.

A petal dug between the sword and the sword cuts long through Jin Hyun's side.

"Kkkkkkk!

At the same time, the flowers flew toward Jin Hyun in unison as the herb was scattered.

"Oh...."

The petals sweep through Jin Hyun's body.

Flop.

Baek Cheon, who was staring at Jin Hyun who fell to the floor, quietly pushed the sword into the search.

"Maybe the black dragon was a little early for you."

It was a cold snap.

And since then, a subtle voice has followed.

"Wow, that's great."

"Oh, don't!"

d*mn you, motherf*cker!