Return of Mount Hua Sect

what comes so much? (4)

“Shut up. Here is the chord!”

Go Han-wi in Yeongsomun finally breathed a sigh of relief as she looked at the private house in the distance.

If it had been a hundred li further, I would have been lying on the floor by now, screaming that I couldn't go any further. Fortunately, however, the destination, the chord, appeared not too far away.

I was running so hard that my legs were going to tremble.

So were his priests. They were all half dead, breathing heavily.

“No, Master.”

Han-wi Ko stood at the forefront and gave a shout out to my teacher, who watched the chords gently.

“Are you going to have to work so hard to come here? Yes, it must be a volcano... … .”

“Don’t say anything you don’t know!”

But before the words could even be finished, the master shook his head and spoke.

“Do you not know how great this is?”

“… … .”

The voice of his teacher, Jang Yong, resounded.

“It is a collaboration between the Sacheondang family, the ruler of Sacheon, and the volcanic group, which is famous these days. Even the losers besides Sae-eul also added their strength.”

“… … But, compared to the old file rooms and the five generations, isn't it a hemostasis of the clan's feet?"

“Ttttttttt. It's only because I'm so short!"

“… … .”

Jang-yong looked at Go Han-wi with a look of displeasure.

“This is not something to be judged simply by looking at the current power. Wasn't it a step to the volcano, which should be regarded as belonging to the old file room, the Sacheondang family, which is the fifth generation, and Saeoesa Palace, which had never been in contact with the sect of Jungwon before?”

“I do, but… … .”

“Everyone is watching now, but if they come to the conclusion that this is really something, the clans who have been watching will try to join the Cheonwoo League.”

Go Han-wi tilted his head as if he did not understand even after hearing the explanation.

“Then, shouldn’t it be time for us to sign up too?”

“You idiot!”

Go Han-wi was startled by the loud shout and covered his ears.

“Isn’t that the only way to become different from other sects? Everything can be an opportunity! Joining the Cheonwoo Meng is a matter of choice later, but if you put a snow stamp in advance, the leaders of Cheonwoo Meng will remember our news.”

“… … Even so... … .”

“Ttttttttttttttt. A man called a great disciple who should one day become a Munju... … .”

Jang Yong clicked his tongue and continued.

“It doesn’t cost money for snow painting. If you can make a profit by selling your feet, it's a leftover business. So, don’t talk and follow me!”

"Yes."

In the end, Jang-yong, who saw Go Han-wi answering quietly, started walking again with an expression of dissatisfaction.

'That's why these days... … .'

I didn't know how I was going to get through this tough fortress because I didn't think about it.

No one knows what the world will be like. So, you should put your feet in as many places as possible. In particular, I had to pay close attention to places like Yeongsomun, where I wandered between Sacheon and Hebuk.

'If you participate in the opening ceremony of Cheon Woo-meng, the old file room cannot openly dismiss him. On that face.'

Even if there is a limit to accepting a slightly uncomfortable glance, if you can form a friendly relationship with Cheon Woo-meng, it is a business that remains no matter what you think of.

Of course, Cheonwoomeng's side will actively try to convince them, but they don't have any regrets, so you just need to remove the buttocks in moderation.

'The world belongs to those who move first!'

The important thing is to take the lead.

I don't know what Cheon Woo-maeng will be like in the future, but for now, one person must be sorry! In such a case, it is important to be bold.

“Come on, hurry up! We must climb the volcano before the other clans arrive.”

"Yes!"

They soon entered with an open mind.

However, Jang Yong soon had to face a reality he had never imagined.

“… … .”

“… … .”

All of them who entered the entrance of Hwaeumhyeon opened their mouths without realizing it.

strange thing?

there is nothing

As I've heard, Hwaeum can't be called a big city, but it's a fairly large place with everything you need.

if there is a problem… … .

“What is all this?”

The point was that the crowd was overflowing without end to the insignificant harmony.

“… … Master?”

“Uh, huh?”

Jang-yong, who was obsessed with the chord, blinked his big eyes.

'What's happening?'

His eyes naturally turned to the waist of the crowd. It was clear that they were uninhabited, as each of them had a weapon on their waist.

“No, what is… … .”

“Get out of the way!”

At that time, people running from behind slapped Jang Yong on the shoulder and passed by.

"Ouch!"

Jang-yong, who took two steps from the sudden shock, immediately rolled his eyes and shouted.

“What kind of guys are you! Dare to read our English word… … .”

"What?"

Then the people running forward turned their heads.

At the same time, Jang Yong's mouth naturally closed.

Jang Yong is also someone who has gone through some prenatal struggles. He wasn't stupid enough to be frightened by his opponent's harsh impression or sharp eyes. It wasn't the harsh impression that made him shut up, but the mark engraved on the opponent's chest.

Three swords crossed each other.

'Four, three swords.'

It must have been the mark of the Three Sword Gate, which was said to have the same prestige as the Grim Reaper in Guangdong.

'Why are those humans here... … .'

But there was no time to think long. He quickly straightened himself up and said.

“Were you the heroes of the Three Swordsmen? I stop not knowing... … .”

“Twitter.”

Then, the man with the harsh impression he met first, with his eyes wide open, said:

“You are lucky. If it wasn't for the chords here, I'd be upset."

“… … .”

“Where is it that something like this… … .”

“The death penalty, there is no time for this! We need to get to the volcano quickly.”

“Damn it! What do you mean there are so many of them? ok! If you're late, you'll get kicked by Munju, so everyone, hurry up!"

"Yes!"

Jang Yong swallowed dry saliva at the sight of the three swordsmen running away again.

'No, from that far Guangdong to here... … .'

The surprise didn't end there.

People in yellow yellow robes were rushing in front of them.

“It’s Jo Hyun-moon!”

“This is Jo Hyeon-moon from your lord! Oh my God, they are here too!”

Jang Yong's eyes widened.

'Cho Hyun-moon?'

You mean that Jo Hyeon-moon who doesn't come out of Gwiju at all?

“Hyunmibang is here too!”

“Aren’t you an anti-acid group over there? No, it's coming to the anti-anxiety group... … !”

Embarrassed, Jang Yong quickly shook his head.

Indeed, swordsmen in dazzling white robes were entering harmony with modest steps.

'Three, my God, you're an acid parasite.'

Yeongsomun is also a place where you can take pride in writing the most powerful among small and medium-sized sects. However, the clans whose names are now ringing were not the ones who dared to bring the rumors.

The names of clans that cannot be compared to the famous families in the same world like the old file-bang or the five generations, but still proud of the losers in each region, were being heard here and there, like the names of local children.

'Wow, the volcano... … Did you mean that Cheon Woo Maeng was like this?'

Even the one who blamed Ko Han-wi for his stupidity did not fully understand the situation.

Chun's influence was far beyond what he thought. Even though it hasn't even been opened yet.

'They all climb volcanoes?'

What the hell is going on here?

The uninhabited people flocked together like a swarm of ants and rushed to the entrance of the volcano. So naturally, problems arose here and there.

“It doesn’t look like you’re particularly busy, so how about yielding the road?”

"what? Are you going to do it now?”

"Hahaha. I think it's too pretentious to say it's a volcano front yard. If it wasn't for chords here, would you dare say that to me?"

“Who is this little guy?”

Not to mention those who raise their voices to yield to each other.

“I didn’t tell you not to push!”

“What do you mean when you see me pushing you from behind?”

“Are you saying that those who are unmanned can’t stand it? What did you come here to do with that skill?”

“Oh hey? Would you like to see what my skills are? Why don't you just try to compete with one another instead of fluttering with your snout?"

“Who knows who can’t?”

There were even those who growled as if they were about to draw a knife.

Everyone was busy trying to climb to the top of the mountain, but because the road was narrow and the number of people who could climb at a time was limited, they all seemed impatient.

'Isn't this a really big accident?'

Jang Yong clasped his fingertips, which had become cold in the instantaneous tension.

It was then.

“Panga!”

“Panga is here! Let’s go to Habuk!”

The heads of those who had gathered at the entrance turned to the back.

"Huh?"

Jang Yong's face, who was sitting at the entrance, turned red. After all, being here makes it seem like everyone is looking at him.

But instead of stepping back into the corner, he looked back.

"Five… … .”

Among the disciples of Yeongsomun, who retreated to the left and right, several soldiers were seen approaching this way.

Five tigers engraved on the chest in a strong red robe.

There is even a huge tactic that anyone can't help but lose their eyes to.

'Hebukpanga.'

Even Hebei Paengga, the loser of Hebei and a member of the five generations, was revealed in this chord.

The number was only five, but the presence they exuded overwhelms all gathered here.

"Well."

A tall, eight-year-old man at the forefront glanced at the soldiers gathered in harmony and burst into laughter.

“Ha ha ha. A lot has come.”

“I think we are a little late.”

“Hmm. That's a problem. Before the ceremony begins, I should have climbed the volcano to see Jangmun and Gaju.”

The Panga people who looked around once again walked forward without hesitation.

The man who had reached the end of the crowd gathered a smile and opened his mouth.

“If it’s not rude, can we go up the mountain first?”

The person behind the most looked at Panga with a puzzled face, and turned aside in surprise.

“Oh, come on.”

“Thank you.”

As if it was a signal, those who had gathered so narrow that their shoulders could touch each other stepped back to the right and left, paving the way for Panga.

They were the ones who would not hesitate to even wield a knife to get there early, but in front of the name Hebukpanga, they all became docile sheep.

It was a sight that clearly showed why the strong men risk their lives for a handful of fame and try to get stronger somehow.

The one who was leisurely walking down the path paved by middle school students opened his mouth.

“The other five generations have not arrived yet, have they?”

"well. I don't know if they've already arrived, but they'll all come anyway. I can’t help but see this with my own eyes.”

“I will. It looks like it's going to be a fun opening ceremony. I'll have to go and say hello to the volcanic old man. Let's go!”

"Yes!"

Everyone gathered in harmony swallowed dry saliva as they watched the family members of Hebukpanga speeding up in an instant.

'The five generations are all coming?'

'Then, isn't the old file room coming?'

'This, maybe it's going to be bigger than we thought.'

'Habukpanga say hello to the long gatekeeper of the volcano. When did the volcano become such a great sect?'

Many thoughts crossed, but there was only one conclusion.

'We must climb the mountain!'

'You must see this with my own eyes!'

The atmosphere was soaring. They all flew towards the steep and high volcanic trail.

Each with their own curiosity, aspirations, and expectations.

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