Return of Mount Hua Sect

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Gwigok Muyeong, the first child of Gwigok Samsar, stared at Hwasan's disciples with a dark life in his eyes.

"You don't know it's a life-threatening thing to pursue the dead without skill. This old man will kill you painlessly."

If this wasn't for the sword gun, there would be hesitation in harming Hawasan's disciples, even if it were the world's third-year-old.

No matter how hard it was for Hawasan to collapse. Even so, the tax will be larger than most small and medium-sized civilizations. It was not a wise choice to build a grudge against such people.

But this place is a sword gun.

It's a place that can't be reached by the outside eyes.

Even if someone dies here, you can't guess a pleural tree. That's why you can use your hands at ease.

The openness next to Hwasan's disciples is also a bit intrusive, but if they strike and kill them all, there is no room for word to slip away.

It's better for a competitor to reduce one more thing.'

Gwigokmuyoung licked his lips slowly with his tongue. His grandfather glowed blue under the light of nightmarism.

"Chuckle, those youngsters were greedy, formation."

"You'll only regret it if the flesh comes off."

His brothers also threatened Hawasan's students with weapons.

By the way...

What's wrong with their reaction?'

In the Honam region, even crying children are notorious enough to stop crying. No matter how much they are students of Hawasan, who was famous for his famous writings in the past, and those next to him are open-minded devolution fighters, they are not the opponents of the three-year-old.

However, the people in front of him were calm and even showed a lukewarm response.

"They're children. They're cowards.…."

"Excuse me."

Yoon-jong sighed and opened his mouth.

"I know what you mean, but you have to think about it now."

"What?"

Gwigok Muyeong opened his eyes wide.

"You son of a b*tc*!"

"No, it's not that...…. Ha. Now I don't know. Help yourself."

"Even if I rip your mouth off...…."

It was then.

Coooooooooooooow!

Suddenly there was a loud roar beside him. Gwigokmuyoung has round eyes and looks around.

"What, what?"

Next to him is a stranger.

What about my brother?'

What happened to his brother who was originally there?

The eyes of Gwigok Muyeong slowly went down.

"Crack... Crack...…."

I can see my younger brother wriggling under the feet of the person who appeared.

Seeing his brother whose arms and legs are twisted strangely, absurdity comes first before he gets angry.

"Uh...…."

Gwigok Moo-young raised his head slightly and looked again at him standing on his brother.

And Chung-Myung also looked at Gwigok Muyeong, who fell down just in time.

"……."

How can a man's face be so grumpy...….

As soon as he tried to open his mouth, Chung-Myung opened his mouth first.

"What are these?"

"……."

No, I think that's what I'm gonna say.

Who are you?

Baek Cheon, who was watching the situation at that time, sighed and said.

"It's the age of three...They are quite famous in Honam."

Chung-Myung's head is tilted.

"Three years old? Do you mean you'really?"

No, that's not what I meant.….

"Well, it doesn't matter."

Wood duck. Wood duck.

Chung-Myung turned his head from side to side.

"Let's get beaten up and start."

Pardon?

Baek Cheon closed his eyes as he looked at the grit stuck in the corner of the stone chamber.

"It's a pity.'

Even so, the three-year-old are considered scarier than criminals in the Jeolla provinces. It is no exaggeration to say that their obscurity is spread throughout the midfield if even Baek Cheon knows.It was very touching to see such people being beaten and dragged like gangsters in the neighborhood where they met their owners.

"How dare you come all the way here?"

It's not like it's like...They have their own names.

But Baek Cheon shook his head instead of explaining.

First of all, it seems clear that there is a drastic difference between Chung-Myung's standards and those of ordinary people as much as the width of the long river.

"You run it down in ignorance?"

Yoon-jong's words were smirked by Chung-Myung.

"There's no need to stall."

"Strong fellow."

Yoon-jong shakes his head. Yoon-jong and other students of Hawasan slowed down and came down here as they plunged swords into the wall. The same is true of others.

Rather than being able to withstand the impact of being stuck on the floor at that speed, the courage to maintain that speed casually when there may be something on the floor is more amazing.

I'm lucky they're the ones who stepped on it.'

"What about the others?"

"Look."

Baek Cheon points to one side. The door at one end of the stone chamber is wide open.

"There seems to be only one way. At least the way out of here."

"Hmm. Is that so?"

Chung-Myung looked at the door once and looked down at the floor.

"Hmm?"

Then, as if he had found something, he began to collect the pieces that had fallen on the floor.

"What are you doing?"

"I think it was a door."

"Well, what about it?"

"Gather them together."

Chung-Myung, who gathered all the pieces of the door to create its original shape, narrows the middle of the forehead.

"It's a sword.

Two swords aimed at each other as if they were aiming at each other, and the large inscription of a sword gun engraved there.

"That's plain."

Chung-Myung grinned.

"Why, is there a problem?"

Chung-Myung shrugs at Yoon-jong's words.

"Who gave the name of the sword gun?"

"Isn't it him... ..Yakson?"

"You're naming your own grave? Don't you think that's a bad smell?"

"Uh...…."

That's the way it is to hear it.

"Usually, graves are named after they're built. The tomb of Dagger Mu-hun was named Gumchong. But it says sword gun from the entrance. In a tomb that has never been found."

Yoon-jong narrowed the gap between his eyes.

"Did the sword muzzle put the name of the sword gun on his grave and spread it to the world?"

"Maybe so."

"Why?"

"Well."

Chung-Myung shrugged.

"How do you know the thoughts of a man who died two hundred years ago?"

Chung-Myung turned his head with a complaint. The only door out of the stone chamber came into view.

"That's for sure. Whether it's really Yakson's tomb or not, it's not the average person who built it."

Everyone nodded.

It burrows at this depth and creates this large stone chamber in it. It is inconceivable in most abilities.

"Don't relax. It's never gonna be a normal grave."

While Hwasan's disciples were lost in thought, Hong Dae Kwang crept up on Chung-Myung.

"Hwasan the Divine Dragon."

"What?"

"What are you going to do now? Looking at the faces of those who came in earlier, this place is now nothing short of a cave. It won't be easy to get through just those here."

"Huh."

"I don't think it's a bad idea to find the right people and unite. First of all, shouldn't we make a tax to fully identify the sword and gun and make sure that the mixed fabric exists?"

Chung-Myung's face became a little sullen.

"People who would share so peacefully wouldn't even come in here."

"……."

It's not wrong.Chung-Myung grinned and continued.

"And you don't have to step up and do that. Because it's already started. If the people who came in had any idea, they'd already be united."

"Hmm. That'

Hong Dae Kwang nodded.

Now, there are various characters inside this sword gun. We may be at odds with each other outside, but once we're here, we'll have to work together.

'Cause the shaman came in first.'

The shaman's name value is by no means low. No matter how high the reputation of those who came here is, they are only fireflies in front of the sun in front of the shaman's name.

Isn't it common for the lonely wolf-like fighters to move in and out of order? There's no way that those who come in here don't think that much.

Then...

Hong Dae Kwang, who looked at Chung-Myung, trembled. Chung-Myung is looking at the door with an evil smile.

I'm sure the shaman won't know what this weapon is after.'

Chung-Myung's facial expression shows that so far it's going according to his plan.

"Hey, wasan dinosaur."

"What?"

"I know what you're thinking, but you know that if they get their hands on the mixed fabric first, they'll be like chickens. You have to move right now to move."

"Of course."

Chung-Myung looked back at his students.

"Let's go."

"Got it."

Hwasan's disciples follow Chung-Myung without hesitation.

"I don't think this place is made with a good heart, so don't fall behind me.

"……I see."

Hong Dae-Kwang also glances at Chung-Myung and sticks behind his students. Then the disciples of openness rushed after him.

At the scene, Chung-Myung raises an eyebrow and punishes Hong Dae Kwang.

"Where are you going to bury it?"

"Do, it could help!"

"I've never heard of a beggar being helpful in my life. Whoo! Whoo!"

"It's not like we're after a chicken, hooray. Come on, let's help each other. He's a big help when I'm out there. I'm Hong Dae Kwang. Hong Dae Kwang!"

There was a blatant sneer around Chung-Myung's mouth.

"Help me freeze to death."

"Turn it off."

Hong Dae Kwang is scratching his head. He's not in a position to be ignored anywhere, but he can't stand up in front of this monster.

"There must be something I can do."

"You can……."

Chung-Myung shut up.

'Huh?'

Chung-Myung's original plan was to create some kites with openness.

Open is an organization that controls information. In order for Hwasan to grow forward, the power of information is essential.

If you live only in Hawaii like now, information won't be meaningful, but if you expand your scope of activities to all midfielders, information will be worth more than nothing.

Therefore, I was going to open up to the public and take advantage of the information about openness. Putting aside bad feelings.

But when I think that far, there is one thing that comes to mind.

'I forgot why I felt bad for a second.'

Chung-Myung opened his mouth with his eyes fixed in front of him.

"Mr. Buntaju."

"Huh?"

"What's your position if you open up and burn?"

"……the beggar above me will not exceed a hundred.""Then you can get Samgyeolgae anytime, right?"

"Samgyeolgae?" I can catch it with my toes."

"Really?"

Chung-Myung slowly turns his head.

Hong Dae Kwang, who saw his face, unconsciously recoiled and stepped back.

Chung-Myung's eyes were blazing with something.

"There's one thing I need to do. Please get me a beggar."

"……what is it?"

"Infinite, there's a guy named Jong Pal. If you get out of here, I'll help you get him in front of me."

"Jong Pal? It doesn't have to be that hard...…. What's going on? Is it meant to be?"

"I'm blessed."

It's a very deep grace.

It was the most intense impact on Chung-Myung's head since he was reborn with this body.

Chung-Myung said with a sniff.

"The grace that must be repaid!"

"……."

I don't know what he did, but he seemed to have pulled out the criminal's nose hair.

Hong Dae Kwang expressed his deepest condolences to the beggar of infinity in advance.