Return of Mount Hua Sect

The cool eyes of Chung-Myung looked forward.

Chung-Myung, who would have swung the sword more fervently than anyone else in front of him if it were before, but now he was standing firm.

Instead, he quickly scoured the front with his eyes. As if he wouldn't miss any sight.

There was no hesitation or hesitation at the end of everyone's sword. It is a movement of inspectors who clearly know what to do with themselves.

The iron becomes hard only when it is hit by a hammer, and the inspection becomes stronger as it bleeds. In the meantime, the blood and sweat shed by Hwasan's disciples was enough to train them.

And the layered efforts are exploding here now.

"The sun chicks...….”

The corners of Chung-Myung's mouth crept up.

No, the word "new chick" doesn't fit any more. Anyone who can feel the energy on that sword will never be able to call them that if they can understand the perfect sword path that the tip of that sword paints.

Paaaaaaaaaaaah!

At that time, someone's plum blossoms bloomed in the middle of a fierce battlefield. Chung-Myung clenched his fist slightly as he saw the plum blossoms everywhere turning red.

It is a strangely nostalgic sight.

A sword is something that you wipe out for the rest of your life. The word "complete" doesn't dare exist. It is said that there is no place to climb even if the city achieves the castle, but it does not mean that there is no place to climb.

So I dare not use the word mastery, but what is certain is that the plum swords performed by Hwasan's disciples now have reached a point where they will not be ashamed of the good men of the past.

It took such a long time to finally.

Chung-Myung, who rubbed slightly under his nose with his hands full of minor wounds, calmed his eyes.

It's not the time to be flattered.

Anyway, now the punishment for those insane men who dared to break into the West Bank and wrecked Hawsan's inner family was the first priority.

And at that moment, Kang's seven-year-old, who rushed out of the back to the front, clearly caught Chung-Myung's eyes.

"Those bastards?”

As soon as Chung-Myung flinched and stepped back, a voice of evil came from a corner.

"Growl!"

"Come on, let's calm down.

"No, the death penalty! Those bastards...…!”

"Well, wait."

"No!"

"Wait, didn't you hear Chung-Myung? I told you not to rush into it."

"Oh, yeah.

Chung-Myung also relaxed his legs as he watched Jo-Gol, who was about to run away, pull out his hips.

In the first place, this battle is not a place prepared for them.

"Ugh."

Chung-Myung sighed like Jo-Gol. At that time, several people lifted themselves up toward the flying Gangseo 7-year-old.

And the moment he saw one of them, Chung-Myung opened his eyes wide.

"No, he's not?"

Come to think of it, I didn't tell him not to come forward, no, but he does. Is that bloodthirsty bastard?

"Just... ...and even the Buddha will lie down."

Chung-Myung's face was distorted when he saw his sparkling hair in the light.

A strange expression crossed the face of King Yeom's wife, Gosong.

It may seem complacent to make this face in the middle of this battlefield. But the situation he's in right now was well deserved.

Think about it.

Although Hwasan is famous for his inspection, it is not only prosecution, so it is not strange if there is a deacon who focuses on martial law.Is it that the deacon loses enough power to bring King Yeom's song to the ground at once? It's not that weird either.

But…… it's a little strange that the deacon is a dazzlingly shiny bald man, and it's even more strange that the deacon emits the famous golden phoenix.

And most of all...….

"Amitabha Buddha."

“…….”

What the hell is this strange race?

In an indescribable absurdity, Gosong grabbed the Yeomwangbu of his hand tightly.

"Are you…… a monk or a monk?"

"Amitabha. Of course, it's out of the middle school."

"Then why... are you wearing an application?"

Hye Yeon's face turned red while wearing a master's suit.

"…I don't want you to ask and blame people because they have their own reasons."

"……Is this a situation that won't be questioned? I've seen all sorts of crazy people for decades in my powerhouse, but I've never seen them wearing a coat. Can you do this in your right mind?"

“…….”

Hye Yeon closed her eyes tightly with a red face. Of course he doesn't know how strange this might seem.

If Shaolin's Bop Jeong sees this right now, he says, 'That crazy guy is finally out of his mind. Does Shaolin's student wear Hwasan's clothes? Why, why don't you put plum blossoms on your head? There would have been no hair to stick in, so it would run down!"

In the first place, clothing symbolizes belonging. The fact that he, Shaolin's disciple, is wearing Hwasan's clothes is so strange that Sapa frowns.

But what can I do?

The training the d*mn siju told me to do was not something that the hem of the clothes could withstand. When you train, your clothes rip apart when you're bored.

It was only a day or two before I could get back on my clothes, but I couldn't do it for three years.

But Hye Yeon tried to keep her duty.

But…….

- Seungbok? Seungboo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh. But is this jerk out of his mind because he's so screwed up? You're telling me to give you the blessing to make yourself at home? Are you crazy? Are you crazy? It's ridiculous that you're poking your butt into training with someone else's door-to-door people. Seungbo ook?

There's no way I can communicate with that demon.

At first, I tried to get some ordinary clothes other than a uniform, but...…it makes a lot easier to give up. In the end, he had no choice but to pick up black uniforms and wear them.

"Turn it off, shell."

"What?"

"The shell is nothing more than a fake. What matters is what's in it?"

"So you're wearing a monk suit?"

“…….”

"I'll see all the crazy...….”

At that moment, Hye Yeon stepped forward and flew the ball.

Whoosh!

Yeomwangbu Gosong's body was bent back as if to break. It's a good thing that he succeeded in instantly lifting the ax and blocking it, and if that power had been stuck in his head, his head would have been ripe by now.

A series of cold sweats formed on my forehead. This is the power that was cut short, so what would happen if you put your power together and hit the power is struck?

"I'm sure…… I'm funny looking…….”Hye Yeon said, stiffening her complexion.

"But I don't intend to play jokes with you. You will have to forsake the duty of those who have learned nothing, and pay the price of persecuting the weak."

"You crazy middle man...….”

Gosong gnashed his teeth and grabbed Yeomwangbu.

The funny look, the power of the interest, was enough to frighten.

"Whoosh."

What's even more disturbing was those uncivilized cold eyes.

It must be Shaolin, right?

I haven't really dealt with Shaolin's monk, but not all of them will be the same as interest. This guy's eyes look more like a check-up than a middle one.

As soon as I saw the blade-like and cold eyes, I felt my blood cool.

God d*mn it.

But there is no time to explore for a long time. Meanwhile, the battle lines continue to collapse. We need to help them quickly, not to save the blood-spraying ones there, but to survive.

At this rate, all the others will fall, and they will have to deal with many of them with their brothers alone.

"No, no, no!"

Gosong rushed forward and hit the axe with explosive force.

The power on his ax was unquestionable to match the nickname Yeomwangbu. A power that is generally classified together as a serious disease, neither a help nor a comparable force. No weapon in the world will dare to compare with an axe as much as the power to strike and cut off.

Whoosh!

The sound of an axe cutting through the wind penetrated the ear with the threat of tearing the eardrum. The noise and momentum alone will cause most fighters to pee and collapse on the spot.

However, Hye Yeon's eyes sank dimly as she looked at the ax that fell toward her head.

Blame.

Hye Yeon's feet moved forward briefly.

It is not the refreshing method that he always showed, but the extremely practical method that minimizes body movements.

Boom!

At the same time, he stepped down strongly and stretched out toward the ax that fell with his fist.

Crazy!

The Yeomwangbu, who was bombarding the scene, was more surprised.

You're gonna use your fist to stop the axe? With your fist? It's an idea that anyone with any mind can't but do.

'Yes, you arrogant man. I'll give you half!'

The Yeomwangbu pushed in all of its history. He was about to break Hye Yeon in two. Soon, his ax and Hye Yeon's fist clashed fiercely.

Bite!

Unfortunately, however, the situation that Yeom Wang-bu had expected did not happen. The ax, which was hit by a fist of blood and flesh, bounced back as if it had hit a steel wall.

"What?"

Yeomwangbu Gosong's eyes were wide open. And at that very moment, Hye Yeon, who didn't miss the opportunity, flooded him like a beejo.

"Gasp!"

When he saw Hye Yeon's feet flying for his knees, Yeom Wang-bu flew sideways and turned. At that moment, however, Hye Yeon's body soared to Ho Gong like a war of islands and kicked him in the wrist as he grabbed an ax.

Clink!

A terrible sound rang. Even if he didn't feel the pain that was being delivered, he had no choice but to know that his wrist was smashed by a single blow.

But what shocked Gosong was not Hye Yeon's method of breaking his wrist.

It was a ridiculous method of breaking the foot that was stretching toward Gosong, kicking Ho Gong, and lifting his body up.He can do it to get over Ho Gong and change his body around. Never before, however, have I heard of the natural use of Ho Gong as a stepping stone without any preparatory action while moving at high speeds and fighting.

'How....'

But it's too early to be surprised. Hye Yeon, who broke her wrist, twisted around Ho Gong and flooded right in front of Gosong.

At the same time, a book that flies towards the face.

The unique power of Shaolin, which stretches out his fist vertically with his thumb up, flew fiercely as if he was going to destroy Gosong's face.

"LOL!"

Gosong clenched his teeth and twisted his back. Hye Yeon's fist grazed right in front of his nose.

'Blooded, dodged...'!’

"Gasp!"

But the joy didn't last a moment. As soon as his fist grazed Gosong's face, Hye Yeon's elbow folded and stuck in his chest.

The impact of crushing all the breast bones spurred blood from Gosong's mouth.

"Ugh…….Ugh!"

Gosong swung the axe in a fit. But instead of stepping down, Hye Yeon dug into his arms. No matter how sharp an axe is, you can't cut off a tooth that you've dug in like a hug.

"Shizu."

At that moment, Hye Yeon's hand gently touched Gosong's stomach.

"Bad deeds come at a price."

"Oh, inside…!"

Bullfighting!

Hye Yeon's fingertips, which touched the Danjeon, shattered the insides of Gosong.

"Cough!"

Red blood poured out of Gosong's mouth like a waterfall. With the view blurred rapidly, Gosong tried to look at Hye Yeon's face somehow.

"You……. Too…"….”

Flop.

I don't know what he was going to say, but the feelings he had at the end were obvious.

"Amitabha Buddha."

Hye Yeon shouted "no" briefly.

"Please live as a good man in the future."

Looking at the fallen Gosong, he turned his head and went to find his next opponent.

King Yeom's song.

The second child of Gangseo 7-year-old was an uncharacteristically vain death who had been notorious for many things.