Return of Mount Hua Sect

The carriage never stops...…. No, I took a good rest from time to time.

According to the original plan, he had to change his words and go all the way to Sacheon without a single break. However, the situation changed slightly as Chung-Myung's training plan came to a head.

Thanks to this, Evo had to stop the wagon in time, wait for Chung-Myung's death penalty to be beaten excitedly, and repeat carrying them back into the wagon.

What the hell are you doing?'

From Ibo's point of view, both sides did not understand.

Chung-Myung is persistent with the death penalty, or his death penalty, which runs with poison in his eyes after being beaten and fainted like that.

"Since when has Hwasan been such a violent literary fan?'

There is one thing for sure.

Hawasan is down to earth. By the way, everyone was talking, but it wouldn't take long to regain fame a hundred years ago if all of Hawasan's men trained like them.

"As long as you don't get yourself sick and die before then."

Evo glanced at the students of Hawasan, who were being smashed.

'It's so weird.'

Things were happening that couldn't happen in his common sense.

Over the coming oil, those students of Hawasan were literally beaten to death by Chung-Myung.

No matter how healthy a person is, it is normal to have a hard time keeping his or her body in shape if he or she is normal. Even Chung-Myung, the master of the pack, was beaten all through the oil.

However, they are now rushing more vigorously than on that bizarre first day of training.

The more you get hit, the stronger you get.

Does that make any sense?

Believe it or not, it was actually happening in front of Evo.

"At this point, we don't know which one is the greater.'

Of course, that didn't change the outcome.

"Growl."

Moon-Jong foams over to the side.

Flop.

Then, he fell to the floor and trembled and convulsed.

Chung-Myung clicked his tongue.

"Lower body, lower body! Doesn't it make any difference if you emphasize his lower body all year round? Get more balance on your lower body, on your lower body!

Chung-Myung shouts and looks at the fallen death penalty.

Everyone was lying on the floor breathing hard. Chung-Myung kicks his tongue at the sight.

"Everyone's making a big fuss!"

"What a crybaby!"

Obviously, after the fight with Chung-Myung, the history is clearly extended and the body becomes stronger. This is an undeniable fact.

But that doesn't mean there's no pain. Every time the match is over, there is a real pain that is hard to control. It wasn't normal just to get through it.

"Get in shape, get in shape!"

Chung-Myung turned his body around. Then, he swirls into a wooded area.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to see Sophie, why!"

Then Jo-Gol fed a fist potato at his back.

"Flip over and break your nose."

Yoon-jong, who was lying down next to him, said helplessly.

"……Say something that makes sense. The floor will break."

"Yes."

Jo-Gol flipped over and gasped looking up at the sky.

"Death penalty."

"Why?"

"This really makes you stronger, right?"

"……Of course."

Yoon-jong is already feeling it.

His history has increased significantly even though he hasn't trained for days. Even the sword has become sharper.

Just by facing that Chung-Myung sword, they were raising the bar very quickly.Of course, Chung-Myung is dealing with them with his bare hands, so the expression of sword-to-sword might be a little strange.

"Yes, I hope so."

Jo-Gol sighs deeply.

Of course, I can't deny that it works, but it's true that the training is too rough.

It's so unfair if you don't get strong like this!'

At the moment Jo-Gol was burning his heart, not his will, Baek Cheon was keeping his eyes on Chung-Myung's back for another reason.

"Household?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you looking at?"

"Oh...."

Baek Cheon glosses over words uncharacteristically. Thinking about something for a long time, he opened his mouth with a strange look on his face.

"You guys."

"Yes, private residence."

"Have you ever seen Chung-Myung sweat?"

"Yes?"

What is this out of the blue?

"What do you mean?"

"Literally. Have you ever seen him sweat?"

"Haha, that's a strange thing to say. Of course he...…."

Yoon-jong's head was turned to the side.

"Nothing?"

"I don't think I've seen it, either, death penalty."

"Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen Chung-Myung sweat in that gun."

"Right?"

Baek Cheon's expression became more strange when he heard that.

"But why do you ask that all of a sudden?"

"No, it's nothing."

Baek Cheon shook his head. But soon his gaze begins to chase Chung-Myung back.

'The back of my hair was completely wet.'

That monster.

This means that the man who was attached to the elder of the shaman is tired of fighting with them now.

Others would have been proud of their own growth, but Baek Cheon was a cool-headed man. He knows best that his power falls short of Ho Sanja.

That's....

Baek Cheon bit his lips.

His eyes glared at Chung-Myung's disappearance with a terrible sight.

Baek Cheon, who had been keeping his eyes fixed for a long time, said like chewing.

"Listen, everyone!"

"……Yes?"

Then he spoke firmly in a heavy voice.

"Turn it off."

Chung-Myung, who walked out of sight of the death penalty, lay there.

"Oh, my. Oh, my. I'm dying."

I can see stars that fill the sky.

"Death penalty, this priest dies. I'm going to die."

A cold sweat was dripping from Chung-Myung's body, panting in bed.

"Oh, my. I'm going to faint first."

Blood and interrogation.

It's easier said than done.

However, it is not the interrogation and blood that any one of them roughly touches, but the proper interrogation and blood are the secrets of the secret of the master's

Can't it be easy to push one's energy into another's body and hit it to the right level?

Don't overdo it and don't be short.

Excessive blood loss is severe, and insufficient blood loss is meaningless. Just the right force. It is also a technology that is meaningful only when it is accurately hit by identifying the degree of different energy depending on the person.

Chung-Myung also ate mixed fabric and went one step further, so he could dare to try. Of course, every time I tried, my mind went blank.

"I don't think I'm going to enjoy wealth and honor."

If it was Chung-Myung in the past, he wouldn't have put this much effort into anyone else. At that time, Chung-Myung would have calculated that the total strength of training would rise faster.However, Chung-Myung was not Chung-Myung in the past.

- No matter how strong you are, what's the difference? After all, there are things you can't achieve on your own and places you can't reach.

"I know, I know! The nagging... tsk."

Chung-Myung grunted and groaned.

In fact, even if he doesn't help, one day they will absorb the energy of the mixed fabric. The energy of mixed fabrics is basically not that difficult to absorb, and their level is now at that level.

But that's not good enough.'

Not with 'one day'.

Anyone who climbs a mountain that is not high can step on the top if they try, but the difference between those who step on the top early and those who step on it late will inevitably widen.

Becoming stronger years earlier than others also means that you can go further in the future.

So Chung-Myung wanted to make them stronger as soon as possible.

Even if the method is many times more difficult than it has been.

The only comforting thing is...….

"That's one hell of a backbone."

Do you think about the death penalty that was on fire in the eyes and on and beaten to death for five days, I don't know, laughter pisik pisik the train approaching.

In the past, when Chung-Myung wanted to fight, everyone was busy pulling out their hips and avoiding. Of course, it's because Chung-Myung doesn't have the same recognition as he does now.….

'Anyway, one grit certainly beats the old lads.'

I'm excited.

Looking at them getting stronger day by day, the desire to teach a little more and grow a little more rises.

Maybe that's why you're overdoing it.

"So...."

Chung-Myung murmured, looking up at the night sky.

"If I teach them, they teach other death penalty, they raise their students, and if they repeat it, the whole of Hawasan gets stronger, right?"

Cheon Mun seemed to be laughing low, saying yes.

"Yes, I know."

It's a funny thing.

What I didn't even worry about when I made a name for myself as Chung-Myung, a plum blossom inspection, is now so heavy.

"Tsk!"

Chung-Myung pulled his weight all the way through, blowing off sweat all over his body, and tidying up his clothes. There will be no signs of exhaustion outside now.

"What a comfortable thing to doormat!"

Do you realize I'm having a hard time? What? You guys!

Come on!

Cheung-Myung, who grumbled and pouty, trudged back towards the death penalty.

'Still...'

Maybe the time will come sooner than you think.

It's not the same load now, but the day they'll be strong colleagues and support his back.

"Well, you should hope."

When are you going to raise them and use them. You have to train at least twice as violently as you do now to pull off that period.

But people are ruined if they are too much. There are bound to be limits to forced training. Overindulgence causes anger.

Chung-Myung didn't fret and tried to see it longer. Until then, Chung-Myung alone somehow...….

"Huh?"

Chung-Myung tilted his head.

The death penalty, which was thought to be scattered on the floor or in the carriage, was all standing up and waiting for him.

"Why are you doing that? Aren't you going to rest?"

"Are you resting?"

Baek Cheon twists his head."You can't just train this much and relax. Let's play one more round!"

"……Huh."

Chung-Myung is laughing his head off.

Excuse me?

Your legs are shaking a lot right now.

Can you stand?

Jo-Gol also provokes Chung-Myung by forcing his lips to curl up.

"Well, Chung-Myung can take a break if you're having a hard time."

"Huh?"

Nor does Yoon-Jong lose.

"You're not tired already, are you?"

"Ha?"

Did these guys take a group pill?

Yoo-Esul pulled out a sword and pointed at Chung-Myung.

"A hole in the wind will cool you down. On that body."

"……."

Chung-Myung's forehead is bloodshot.

"I don't think so..."

Wood.

Blood on the forehead moves to the back of the hand. His clenched fists tremble.

"You must have lacked education!"

Chung-Myung screamed.

"There's nothing to drag on, so come on!"

"Let's go!"

"I'm going to break your head!"

"One beat and one die! Just one!"

The death penalty was all bloodshot and rushed to Chung-Myung.

Chung-Myung laughed low at the sight.

'They're the ones I really like.'

Death penalty

Long death penalty.

This wasan is pretty good, too.

Heh heh heh.