Return of Mount Hua Sect

"Well, isn't he a bad dog?"

"A man called Gangseo's Ghost has come this far. Looks like he was around here."

"That's a super-examination. Are you sure you can't leave this out?"

"I can also see the Songbaekmun Gate and the Jannwolgak Gate in Nakyang. Every famous door group in the neighborhood seems to be here!"

"……Well, wait a minute. That guy in that red suit looks like a three-year-old."

"I can't believe he's coming all the way here. I'm afraid this is going to be worse than the road!"

Those who gathered in Namyeong stuck their tongues out at the crowd.

"Is it a sword gun?"

"Those who have ideas can't help but run. However...… I think it's more likely that it's a rumor after all. I think I've already heard more than five times that the sword and gun appeared, but it was all just a false rumor, wasn't it?"

"This time it's different. Isn't it the opening that brought the news of the sword and gun? When did openness ever spread false rumors?"

"Well, that's true."

"So even those with such high names have left everything behind? If I could get my hands on a sword gun, I would be able to bring the whole world."

"Tsk, tsk, get rid of your delusions. What kind of talent can we have to steal a dragon from that crevice?"

"I don't know. You don't know what's going to happen in this situation. Do you happen to know? I don't know if it's going to reach the sky."

The negative speaker could not remove the light of desire from his eyes either.

That's what recruits are like in the first place.

Most of the people who live in a strong lake are simply swept away by history. Among them, only a handful of people are famous for their skills and make history.

Everyone in Kang-ho wants to be the best in the world, but it is no different from only one person who can rise to the position.

In other words, most of the people gathered here, as well as ordinary people living in the strong lake, are nothing more than a background to highlight the lives of heroes.

but

If we can get our hands on a recruit, maybe we can get into the ranks of those handfuls of heroes.

This is an irresistible temptation for any strong man.

Few of those who come here think they have the ability to beat others and take over the recruits. But I can't let go of my mind just in case.

"I feel like I'm about to have a war."

"That's the way it is. Those who survive the war will be recruited by the sword and gun."

Two people who were listening to people murmuring slipped out of the crowd.

"Isn't this a real disaster? Capital punishment?"

At Jo-Gol's words, Yoon-Jong looked around with a distraught face.

"Crazy guy..."

What, you're playing a game?

There's a degree to that's fair enough!

What the hell is this about?

People are flocking not only around Namyeong, but also from Nakyang and Infinite. In a few more days, Namyoung will be packed with people and there will be no time to step in.

Aren't the fighters gathering like clouds at this moment?

"……I don't know what you're thinking."

It's great in a sense.

He dragged the situation this far with the intention of simply making it impossible for a shaman to get his hands on a sword and gun. Can you imagine a criminal?Yoon-jong thought they might have underestimated Chung-Myung.

'If not...….'

Whether Chung-Myung is a completely different person when it comes to dealing with civil servants or others.

"Let's go back."

"Yes, death penalty."

Yoon-jong and Jo-Gol rushed to Hwayeongmun Gate.

Yoon-jong, who managed to reach Hwayeongmun through the crowd, quickly opened the door and entered inside.

As soon as Baek Cheon sees them, he runs straight to them.

"How do you like it?"

"It's not a mess. I've never seen so many Murim people gathered."

"Now there seem to be more Moorim people than Nam Young people."

"……is that so."

Baek Cheon also looked a little tired.

"Are we really allowed to do this?"

Back Cheon distorted his face when asked by Jo-Gol.

"Do you understand me?"

It was Chung-Myung who knew nothing about it. No matter how hard I try to understand, I don't know what you're thinking.

"And who is that?"

"……."

Yoon-jong squinted and looked at the two men sitting in the hall in front of the main building. He's lying down on the wooden floor and holding a bottle of alcohol. Let's just say it's Chung-Myung.

The person sitting across from me...….

"Oh, my God."

"Shh."

Baek Cheon put his finger to his mouth.

"Don't be rude. He's an open person."

"Oh."

Of course, opening is said to be a door for beggars, but there are no beggars who like to hear beggars. Usually, it was polite to change the words like a speaker or a hook.

"Who is that speaker?"

"Opening the door to the sunset."

"No. Why would such a person...…."

"Well, Chung-Myung did something else."

Everyone's face turned sour.

'Please live like a human being. Like a human being.'

"Whatever you do, let's do it on a common sense basis."

'You're going to die at this rate, really.'

No matter what they think, Chung-Myung was leisurely snarling the bottle.

"……okay?"

"What?"

"I'm asking if this is enough because you did what you wanted."

"That's a strange thing to say. What did I do?"

"Yes."

Hong Dae Kwang's face was twisted wildly.

'You ghost of a child.'

It was Hong Dae Kwang, of course, who created the current situation. Hearing that the shaman was about to arrive, Hong Dae Kwang spread rumors that there was a sword gun in Namyeong, using all his strings to scatter Jangbo-do in all directions.

It can't be helped.

If a shaman arrives in Namyoung, takes out his sword gun, and leaves, he'll look at the roof of the dog chasing after Hong Dae Kwang. But like Chung-Myung, Jang Bo-do cannot be sold for money.

If the shaman sells Jangbo-do, which has already been excavated, for a large sum of money, the credibility of openness will fall to the bottom.

Then the open elders would stick him on a skewer and try to roast him.

"What are you going to do now?"

"What do you say? Just looking around."

"Like this?"

"I'm fine. I made a lot of money."

"Huh!"

Chung-Myung pats the chest. Only that part is particularly bulging. Hong Dae Kwang's heart burned, knowing that the identity of the "convexity" was his own slip.

"I can't beat this."

I'm sure he'll get hit.

I don't know about anything else, but I've confirmed that Hwashin Dragon's skills are real.

Hong Dae Kwang suppressed his exploding insides.

He is not a fool. No, he's just a smart guy. Although Chung-Myung was hit by an unexpected blow, it was not because Hong Dae Kwang was stupid, but because Chung-Myung was so cruel.It still takes a few more days for support to come from the main faction.'

But the shaman will arrive soon.

It's impossible to deal with a shaman in their power alone. The power of openness is never second to that of a shaman, but unlike a shaman whose power is all gathered in Mt. Mudang, the power of openness is spread throughout the central area.

It takes a good month just to rally them. Moreover, he does not even have time to get help from his surroundings right now.

In other words, it means that the current situation here should be solved by a combination of open-ended and infinite-handed fighting. There's no way you can fight a shaman with just two blasts.

After all, Bibil Hill is...….

It's this guy.'

The sky collapses and the ground goes down.

"No, why is he the one of all people.

If I think about it, it's not cool to grind it. However, Hong Dae Kwang had no choice but to visit Chung-Myung with tears in his eyes. The first is that the most reliable people here are students of Hwasan, who defeated the great student of Wudang.

And secondly...….

'I'm not in my right mind, but he must have something to believe in.'

Otherwise, it wouldn't have happened like this. Everyone else is crazy, even if they curse...…. No, I don's not. Hong Dae Kwang also cursed that he was crazy, but at least he was convinced that there would be something to be done in Chung-Myung's madness.

"Don't we have to move now?"

"Would you like a drink?"

"…… Out there came a swarm of fighters."

"By the way, they're all greedy.

Hong Dae Kwang finally exploded.

"Hey, man, you're gonna have to get your hands on the mixed fabric! Are you going to do all the good for others?"

"You're very interested in other people's business."

Chung-Myung lay down and whistled.

Hong Dae Kwang grabbed the solar plexus with that relaxed attitude.

'My stomach hurts.'

Where the hell did this monstrous creature come from?

It was at a time when Hong Dae Kwang was agonizing over whether to exert more effort, receiving the sympathy of Hwasan's disciples.

Let's start.

"Oh, my God!"

Hong Dae Kwang was stunned by the sudden appearance of a woman next to him and fell halfway back.

Who the hell is he?!'

Her lips open slightly before he even figures out the identity of the person who appears.

"I've arrived at the shaman."

Wake up.

Chung-Myung rushed up from his seat.

"You're here!"

A bottle of liquor lying next to Chung-Myung spilled over and spilled heavily on the floor. But Chung-Myung ran right down the wooden floor without even looking.

"Let's go!"

"Hi!"

"Here we go!"

Although they are students of Hwasan, who have complained and complained so far, their eyes changed as soon as Chung-Myung's voice burst out. Everyone starts running after him in unison.

"Uh, what?"

Only Hong Dae Kwang, who failed to catch up with the surprisingly fast change, was embarrassed with a deflating sound.

Hawasan's disciples shot over an unrepaired wall and disappointed wall.

Hong Dae Kwang, who came to his senses belatedly, shouted.

"Joe, chase! You bastards! Come on, come on, come on! Come on!"

"Uh, I can't see where he went!"

"Follow me, d*mn it!"

Hong Dae Kwang eventually took the lead himself and began to lead the men.

No, what the hell do they look like?'Until a while ago, they thought they were disciples of the prestigious Hwasan, but as soon as a word of Chung-Myung fell, their spirits changed and ran out.

Of course, the biggest change was Chung-Myung.

"You have to stick to the Hasan no matter what! Unconditionally!"

His sense was telling.

If there's anyone who's going to pull back a shaman and get in trouble in this South Pole, it's definitely Hawasan.

Hong Dae-Kwang, the evil writer, breathed strength into his legs when he saw the disciples of Hawasan, who could see far away.

And in the smoke and mirrors they all pulled out, just two people stood staring blankly at the scene.

"……father."

"Why?"

"What's all this about?"

"Well."

Hwayeongmunju Wirip San looked dazed looking at the area that was empty in an instant.

"I'm sure you have an idea."

"Really?"

"I want to believe that."

To be honest, Wirip San was unreliable.