Volcanic Spirit

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Volcanic waves started the abuse pail, a descendant of Jun Jin Bridge.

When he opened a conduit on the volcano, it was said that the world's most powerful people gathered like clouds. So many conduits were made, and it became a sacred place, discussing the doctrine of Taoism, centering on the abuser.

" "··· 주장하는 주장하는' is what the damn volcanicists claim. Do you understand me?"

The group leader in Hwacheon University nodded as if he had lost his mind. It was clear that the old man's pot-capped fist would hit the back of his head a little later than the reaction. The old man who claimed to be a master himself seemed to be a hwajeonmin at first sight.

That's why I ordered my men to cut their throats.

That's where all the problems started.

The old man was not a hwajeonmin, he said, "Jang Jin-gwan's official residence."

And he tried to correct the distorted truth, saying that Jang's history is longer than that of volcanic waves. Of course, whenever the answer was late in the process, a fist flew in.

The group leader forced a smile with a swollen face.

"Well, I see."

Chang Chin-kuan-ju squinted his eyes and made a chin.

"You don't seem to know. Tell me once."

Until just now, he had even brought a drink to watch the crisis of the volcano crisis. But now, he sat on the floor as if he were checking his student's homework.

"What?"

"Tell me. Don't tell me you don't approve of Jang Jin-gwan like a volcanic wave?"

After shaking his head in a hurry, Jo began to recite as he remembered.

"Kwan Yun-ja of the Zhou Dynasty, the disciple of Laozi, settled on the volcano and discussed Doga's doctrine. One day, a cruel man called Abuse suddenly drew people for his name and said he was orthodox. Ah! What was it? What did you make? ·."."."."."."?"

Chang Chin-kuan-ju raised his hand, narrowing his wrinkled eyes.

"Come here."

"What? No. I think I'll remember."

"Shall I come?"

He flew in the air as soon as the horse was finished and twisted his lower body. At that moment, the soles of his feet, bent like a whip, hit the captain's cheek.

Argh!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The captain knelt down and begged for forgiveness, even when his teeth were scattered like a grain.

Chang Chin-kuan-ju said, kicking his tongue.

"That's why we can't do them. Bad head. I'm a bad brainer, so I'm trying to take an easy road A natural is a rationality. How can you go straight because you do not know that life should go as naturally as water, and do not let go of your desires and desires? What does that mean?"

The captain bowed his head.

He used all the swear words he knew inside and poured them into the old man.

'And you're saying you're going to beat the volcanic waves, too!'

Jang Jin-gwanju continued his speech passionately, leaving behind the crisis of volcanic waves, as if his sermon after a long time was pleasant. Then he narrowed his forehead and stared at the other side of the furnace.

A moment later a sly middle-aged man appeared there.

"Oops! Long time no see, brother!"

Chang Jin-kuan-ju put on an irritating.

"I told you not to get out of the cactus, did I?"

"Oh! What's wrong with the same masters?"

"Who's the same master!"

He glared at a middle-aged man and lifted the lying-down group leader. As he lifted it up lightly like a stone, the leader was so shocked that he prayed with his palms gathered together.

"It was wrong. Please spare me."

"I know. I know you did a bad job. Look at him over there. I can understand to some extent the volcanic waves. But those things that follow the true laws of Jin-bak are, no matter how much I think about it!"

The team leader seemed to be distracted.

Who is the abuser, who is the official, and who is the true Park? The debate over volcanic waves was a very difficult topic for him, who didn't even know his own private affairs.

"Oh! Brother, you can't do that with your neighbors. The Jinbak Workers' Union has established a foothold in Songdae, but they say it is comparable to Wang Zhongyang in terms of power."

"Did you see it? Did you see it?"

"Huh, look at this brother. Did you see that? In other words, Guan Yun-ja is not an old man enough to be controversial. At least we have names left in the librarian!"

The team leader shut his eyes to the argument between the two.

'They're crazy. And we are madmen who have tried to attack the volcano without knowing anything."

The two men, who had been fighting for a long time, came to a lull as the dispute continued.

"What is he, by the way?"

"Hmph! I've looked at your hands because you dare to attack Jang."

"Oh, if you were hit by a narcissist, you wouldn't even have left the body. By the way, he came to the Yongho Hall. What are these?"

Chang Chin-kuan-ju shrugged Yong Ho-kuan-ju.

"What do you know? I'm going to go to Yeonhwabong to see the volcanic waves."

"But it's too much to live together under the shadow of a volcano. I'll take this opportunity to clear my debts and use them later."

Yongho Guanju brushed his hair finely as if it were not empty words, and wore straight lines and conduits. In addition, he had taken a stiff Hwanguido suit as if he had just ironed it, as well as a talisman injection and a brush.

Jang Jin-kwan-ju felt sorry after looking at his outfit.

"Ah! Why didn't I think of that? I should've worn the right diadem."

"My brother's face is a giant gwow. Let's just go together. Please give me some drinks on the way."

The two men dragged their leader to the ground, turning to Yeonhwabong Peak.

This situation occurred all over the volcano.

Volcanoes were originally famous for being famous even before the abuser settled down. In the dark, among the old men, the line was higher than that of Mudangsan Mountain. Therefore, as conduits centered on abusive cases continued, many of the conduits that had originally been in place were absorbed. However, a handful of law-abiding people, including government officials and the Jinbak Labor Union, had been rooted in volcanoes for hundreds of years.

"Are you referring to the name of the volcanic wave with the cerebral pore tube in front?"

When the twin numbers of the cerebral palsy were divided into dozens and embroidered in front of them, the Negroes rolled over like autumn leaves. And no one could get up again without the permission of the official.

"Huh, if you repent now, you will be able to make up for your past karma. So join me in this cave for seven years."

The cliff has holes all over it.

Thirty numbers of caves.

A dwarfed old man, who calls himself the 33rd Dong-ju, knocked out the living warriors one by one before dragging them into the cave.

"Huh, if you're a good man, you'll see the sun again."

There were different likes and dislikes for volcanic waves.

The same was true of Hana's reluctance to Samahoredo and attachment to the volcano. Even if you swear and scold them, those in the volcano deserve it. How many foreigners can stand it if they reveal their lives?

This was what Roh said to the required men.

Also, the volcanic waves could not be directly involved, but they interacted with numerous conduits. Even the beloved side dishes were sold by a friend of mine.

Kkoong kkoong!

Dozens of dogs warn with their molars exposed.

The owner of the hydrologic pipe silenced such dogs and pulled out a sword.

"Of these, if you like dogs, step back."

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The revengeful enemy narrowed the middle of the forehead with the sword stretched out.

"It's like a dog."

He took a deep breath and glared at the old man who had fallen forward.

Even he, who prides himself on being the master of super-time, had to compete for about seventy herbivores against the elderly. Not to mention the old man's 30 men who rushed unthinkingly to death.

"Gung-ju, are you all right?"

The major shareholders of Kyungcheon University and Gicheon University also looked bad. The old man's two disciples were killed one by one, but the damage was severe. One hand was swollen, and the other hand was bleeding from the head.

"What the hell is this place?"

Bok Cheon-jeok looked at the conduit, which is almost like a deserted house, grinding his teeth. No matter how much I looked at the signboard inscribed with the Seorakgwan, there was no way to know who it was.

"Good for you. If such a dwarf had joined the volcanic wave, he would have made a greater sacrifice."

"Huuu, let's go up. I'll get the right blood out of the volcano today."

After arriving at Hana's rally site, the pent-up anger rose once again. Didn't you originally lead four hundred people up the volcano? However, about 250 fighters gathered at the rally site. Even Hwacheon did not arrive.

"This, ·····. What the hell is that?"

The revenge called in a guide.

Despite his bewilderment, he hurriedly rolled his head to come up with a conclusion that was close to the answer.

"Maybe we fought with ducts spread all over the volcano. Some of the master craftsmen are said to have mastered martial arts, ··."."."."."."."

Quasik!

The vengeful enemy narrowed the middle of the forehead after blowing off the guide's head.

"You should have told me that in advance! I can't help it. I'll have to use the hawk."

Three major players opened their eyes wide.

Maehondan is the latent group that the white hawk has received from the Hwanhon angel. Eating would explode the latent power to show stronger power than usual, but at the end, no one could avoid ruin.

"Eating Maehondan is irreversible."

"But it will be three times stronger than it is now."

"Even if we occupied the volcano, without our men, we would not be able to recognize the power of the future palace."

The revenge was resolute.

In the end, major shareholders deceived Maehondan as a spirit tablet and handed it out to the members. Bok Chun-jeok handed over the medicine wrapped in oil to the major players who returned from work.

"What is this?"

"It is an upgraded version of the Maehondan. There's no backbreaking."

The Bok Chun-jeok swallowed the Jeonghondan first, as if to prove his words.

'The promontory can produce five times the power. I will surely dedicate a volcano to Myeongeun!'

The vengeful enemy was fanatically obsessed with ambiguity from some point on.

Although it was the power of ganglim wedding magic, he regarded it as a feeling of love. So I was able to swallow a more toxic Jeonghondan without hesitation. Unaware of that, Hana's major shareholders fell in joy and swallowed the Jeonghondan.

"The time we have left is one o'clock."

"Let's turn the volcano into ashes before that!"

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The Lord of the Blood Palace received a report, and his eyes squinted.

It was after hearing information that the venerable and his subordinates had suffered heavy losses to the nameless Taoists. He asked, looking back at the secret master.

"Did the sergeant know?"

"I didn't know. What problem would it be if I knew one?"

The secret master gurgled across the river as if watching a fire.

"Where do you think the one-time victory or the enlightened old men will be? The author? The fancy house? No, they go near the sky to get a heavenly gift. "If it's a volcano, one of the five, it's no wonder it's all over the place."

"How's this place?"

The bugungju was wary of meeting with possible potters.

The Hana Secret Service didn't care about him either.

"Nakan Peak is sharp, high. It's a hard place to set up a conduit. And since it's banned, there won't be a bolt out of the blue."

"Okay."

The bugungju recited at the top of Nakanbong Peak, which was wrapped in haze or cloud.

"The primary staging area is Nogun-dong. Start."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun