Return of Mount Hua Sect

Let's continue. 'cause now it's the start (1)

“A volcanic new dragon?”

There was a gleam in the empty eyes.

'That's the guy Jang Mun-in said.'

It was said that he had a talent that would never come again.

Someone who will surely stand in the way of the shaman someday. So this must be trampled to death in advance.

But… … .

'It doesn't look that great.'

Judging from the outward momentum alone, the tall guy named Baek Cheon next to him seemed even greater.

If the words of Dojin-in Heo and the rumors floating around the world were not wrong, the best of the late indices of the volcano now would be the author... … .

'Is it possible that he has reached a point where he can draw my attention?'

only at that age?

It was difficult to imagine.

And if that's true, it's more serious than you think.

Even Mujin still can't escape his attention, doesn't it mean that the child who lived half of Mujin's life is stronger than him?

'I can see why Jang Mun-in sent me here.'

It was no longer worthy of being called a sleep dragon. A gloomy life flashed in the empty eyes for a moment.

“So what is the answer?”

“… … What answer do you mean?”

“You mean the shaman lost?”

“Heh heh heh.”

Hwanggong smiled and received Qingming’s words.

“Didn’t you tell me? It’s good to think like that.”

“Where did you practice in muddy water? You keep slipping away like a loach.”

“… … Isn't it a bit exaggerated?"

“It’s not an exaggeration to say that you should think as you please.”

Qingming laughed outright.

“If you do not have the courage to admit defeat, step back and wait for the match to be decided. It is only natural for the one who breaks the first set of rules to lose.”

“… … .”

“Or maybe… … .”

Cheongmyung, who raised his horse's tail sullenly, smirked.

“A person who is about the elder of a shaman wouldn’t want to spend a fortune, would he? If it were me, I wouldn't be able to do that even if noodles were sold, right? Well, the shaman might be different from me.”

Baek Chen closed his eyes.

'That bastard is real.'

All the disciples of the other volcanoes were amazed by their admiration.

'I hit the shaman elder.'

'Really crazy people don't choose people.'

'okay. That's why it's clear!'

Breaking the head while covering a person is not called clearing. It is the volcanic wild dog Cheongmyeong that they know only when they are hit equally regardless of gender and rank.

Normally, it would have been terrified, but now no one had any intention of stopping the cheongmyeong. When Qingming opened his mouth, even Ogum, who was preparing to approach and subdue him, gathered around Baekcheon instead of Cheongmyeong this time.

If Baekcheon tried to stop it, it was as if they were going to block it.

But this time, he slid his body back in such a way that he didn't want to dry it at all.

To that extent, the anger at the air for insulting the superiors of the volcano was great.

“… … .”

Meanwhile, Huang, who had been insulted in front of him, twitched his cheeks and began to tremble little by little.

“Do you swarm?”

"Yes."

“Are you saying I’m swarming now?”

"right."

“Shop.”

A voice in the air, clearly subdued, pierced the blue like a sword and came in.

“All anger comes from the mouth. The swordsmith must first learn to be wary of his horse.”

“It’s up to me to figure it out.”

“… … what?"

Qingming smiled bitterly.

“If you have a knack for teaching like that, don’t tell me to go to someone else’s school or leave the ship, what should I do with my own school? I don't know how a person who cares about what other people from other people's clans say can tolerate being beaten by his own clans."

“… … .”

“Oh, are you like that? I can't see the beam in my eyes, but only the flaws of others? Well, it’s quite common.”

The air clenched his fists tightly.

There was no change in his expression, but his clenched fists were clearly trembling slightly. Seeing the scene, Baekcheon felt a sense of exhilaration and deep sympathy at the same time.

'Why are you arguing like that?'

If you collect those who were beaten by Qingming, you can roughly wrap around the Dongdongho, but if you gather those who were verbally beaten by Qingming, you can completely fill the Dongdongho.

If the power of the sword he spreads out is about seven castles, it has been a long time since he achieved twelve castles.

Not knowing that fact was the misfortune of the air.

The air, unable to hide its displeasure, said.

“I think the disciples of Hwasan must learn manners again… … .”

“It’s not your business.”

However, Qingming completely cut off the waist of the horse in the air.

“Don’t keep talking. So what are you going to do? Are you going to admit defeat? Or will you go back out of shape and wait for the winner to be decided?”

“… … .”

“Oh, there is one more way.”

Cheongmyung smirked brightly and clapped loudly.

“Elders fighting will also be counted as a match. Then everything will be settled.”

In the end, the expression of the empty space completely collapsed and was distorted.

“… … Are you telling me to mix my hands with this great disciple now?”

“Is that a problem?”

Any problem?

At that casual retort, there was a young look of embarrassment on the empty face.

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

"Nope. It’s not us, it’s the shaman who doesn’t know.”

“… … .”

Cheongmyung smiled and raised his voice as if to listen to everyone.

“If it is strange for an elder to fight a great disciple, it is also strange for an elder to fight a great disciple. Wasn't it none other than a shaman who said that there was no problem?"

The void shut her mouth tightly.

Of course he didn't do it. But seeing this secret dance unfolded, it was clear that those words came out of Heo San-ja's mouth.

He and Sanja Heo are different people, but from the outside, they are just elders of the same shaman anyway.

Even if there was a loss, it was necessary to prevent the shaman elders from speaking differently.

“… … It certainly did.”

As the words of recognition came out of the mouth of the air, Cheongmyeong pushed on without missing the time.

“If it’s a volcano, I didn’t make the second-generation disciple compete with the third-generation disciple even if it was a volcano, even when he was sleeping, he would get up and draw his sword. They don’t know how absurd that is.”

“… … .”

“But now that it has come to pass, the elder can join in as well. The first and third disciple are doing the secretariat, so what's the problem if the elder is involved? how is it? If you don't want to admit defeat, I might be able to help you out."

Cheongmyung smiled and tapped his sword's sheath.

It was truly a blatant provocation. The air bit her lips softly.

'That thunder-naked bastard... … .'

All of this may have been a barrier to excite him, but there was no way he could not get caught.

In the first place, the moment the great disciple and the third disciple create a picture of a dance, the shaman is caught in a trap from which he cannot escape.

“Certainly, this is inexcusable.”

The air nodded slowly.

“If you have to admit it, just admit it. With the authority of the elder shaman, I acknowledge that the winner of this secret dance is the volcano.”

“Empty!”

As soon as his declaration was finished, a scream like a scream erupted from the mouth of Heo San-ja.

But the void didn't even look away.

Getting out of here is not as good as admitting defeat. That's not what's important here right now.

If they show their obsession with winning or losing, the onlookers will know that this secret dance was of utmost importance. That way, the four defeats at the beginning of Bimu cannot be excused.

Rather, it was better to simply pass on the fruit of victory and pass it on because the shaman was not so desperate.

Heo San-ja also seemed to understand the intention of the empty space, and did not hold back anything other than raising his voice once.

“Is that okay?”

At the question in the air, Cheongmyung raised the corners of his lips.

“You are hot.”

"haha."

crazy guy.

it's probably good Probably.

“I gave you everything you wanted.”

“Yes, it is.”

"okay, now… … .”

Heo Sanja spread her shoulders and spoke quietly.

“Who will come forward and take my lessons?”

The hall became as quiet as a mouse.

'No matter how much you tease your mouth and lead the situation to your advantage, it's just a catch anyway.'

Heo San-ja twisted things, but I don't feel like blaming him. This would have been best for Heo San-ja, who did not have the ability to overwhelmingly subdue the volcano on his own.

But the void is different.

rain? win?

What good is that?

'As long as it can't get over me, the volcano can't get over the shaman forever.'

And unless the day he died of old age came, it was impossible for him to be defeated by the volcano. It was at this point that he and the shaman had to prove.

They will now know wisely.

After all, a swordsman is a being who has to prove himself with a sword.

The reason why a shaman was able to become the best swordsman in the world was not because of his deep discipline, nor because he was famous. It was simply because their sword was the strongest in the world.

'I will break the momentum to the point where I will never cross the sword of a shaman again.'

The air stared at the volcano with cold eyes.

Even though they didn't really boost their momentum, the disciples of the volcano, who felt great pressure, took a step back without realizing it.

'This is the elder of the shaman.'

'Amazing... … .'

Fortunately, Ogum was the Bishop of Magic and had seen other powerful people several times, so he had no difficulty in persevering, but the disciples of Hwasan who were not able to do so had no choice but to groan at the pressure they felt for the first time in their lives.

'Can you really deal with such a person? U.S?'

That is the existence of the superior that they have been talking about over and over again. Its absence was about to penetrate the hearts of the Volcano disciples.

"I know what you're thinking... … .”

At that moment, Cheongmyeong stepped forward.

It was a strange thing.

The three young disciples just stepped forward, and the pressure that had been putting pressure on the volcanic disciples disappeared as if washed away.

“You live in the mountains, so you don’t seem to know the world very well, so I’ll tell you one thing.”

“… … .”

“Things in the world don’t work the way you think, you yangban.”

Chunkyung.

Cheongmyeong, who hit the dark plum sword hanging from his side, turned around with a smirk. And he looked directly at Hyungwon and Hyunyoung.

Seeing the two elders' faces, Cheongmyeong smiled.

“What are you so serious about? What a great thing this is.”

“Cheongmyeong, you bastard… … .”

“You can just relax and watch.”

The phenomenon's eyes flickered.

Maybe they don't know the greatness of Cheongmyung, but the opponent isn't very good.

However, it was an undeniable reality that the only person capable of dealing with the void here was Cheongmyeong.

"really… … .”

Phenomenon opened his mouth to say something concerned, but Hyunyoung said it one step ahead.

“Cheongmyung.”

"Yes."

“Can you?”

Cheongmyung grinned as if waiting for the question.

“These yangbans seem to be misunderstood because they are a little less right these days.”

“… … .”

“I’ll come to show you clearly that the best sword in the world is the sword of the volcano, as well as the best sword in the world.”

But Hyun-young shook her head.

“You don’t have to.”

"Yes?"

“Just prove that you are the Volcano First Sword and come back. That is enough.”

“… … .”

Cheongmyung, who had been silent for a moment at the unexpected words, scratched the back of his head.

“I am not used to being treated like this. Hehe."

He smiled shyly and immediately put his hands together and swung towards the two elders.

“Cheongmyeong, the third disciple of the volcano!”

"okay."

“I will go!”

Soon, Cheongmyeong turned around and strode towards the non-stage.

The hot gazes of the volcano disciples poured straight down on their backs.

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