Volcanic Spirit

37, starting with the Jongnam faction.

In Danggeum Gangho, Cheonryongjeon is a secret organization known only to some people. Except for the leaders of Maengju and Maeng, it would have been known to the heads of Gupao family whether they existed or not.

It's Lee Hwon's ball.

He informed the world of the existence of the Temple of Heaven.

And I knew the most about Cheonryongjeon Hall.

That's what I thought so.

Lee Hwon stared at Junam-no-do, who was hanging on to him with his collar seized.

'If it wasn't then, it wouldn't have been this easy.’

a bloodbath on a volcanic wave

Yi Hwon saved the volcanic waves, and the black man aimed for the manga after throwing Anan as bait. One he went back, and Yi Hwon and the manga went back to their old lives. But one memory made Yi Hwon confused.

He was a black man.

He put a long iron bar at the top of Seoninbong Peak and looked down at Nakanbong Peak from above. A master of great military might have done so. Until then, however, he was not convinced that the cost of learning the Gangrim wedding was the total abolition of military service. Since the ant cave, I naturally developed prejudice.

Hana Anan did.

It's a word he uttered to curse the black man, but surely he shouted that he looked down at Nakan Peak himself.

I didn't use other people's eyes or a telescope.

The black man must have mastered something unlike the others.

It doesn't matter whether it's an art or a martial art.

It was only important that there was something that was not supposed to happen.

'I thought if he did, so could you.

deliberately showed a loophole

And Junam-no-do was completely caught up in gambling, as if he were squeezing and playing.

"Don't you laugh?"

At Lee Hwon's question, the eyes of Junam-no-do became thinner.

One is still silent.

고오오오오오

Rather, a huge energy rose from behind like a wildfire.

The Jinsanno-do, who has a bigger head than Lee Hwon, boosted speculation. Blood stood in his eyes and seemed so angry that he looked red. As a super-peak warrior, the curtain-like spirit was everywhere.

"If it's true Samsung!"

The Mundos, who had hesitated for a while, had a ray of hope.

However, as Yi Hwon turned around, he put forward Junamno as a shield, and the speculation of Jinsanno-do disappeared like a mirage.

"Ha, look at this."

Lee Hwon smiled at the old Jinsan old man.

"You've been brainwashed by this guy."

"Damn it! Are you brainwashed by Samaritan? Otherwise, how could you hurt the famous Jongnam faction!"

Come to think of it, the picture was a little strange.

In front of the temple of Jongnampa, a pillar of the old school, he grabbed the Yuan by the collar and ripped off his beard and scattered blood. On top of that, his red eyes glistened like natural flowers, so it was obvious who was the villain.

Hana Lee Hwon didn't care.

Whether or not the Sense Apostolic Church is an issue that has already passed. However, their methods of breaking the lemur were still valid.

Gwa Deuk

Lee Hwon clenched his fist.

If he beat Junamno to death and crushed his face, the prize would have been broken just before he died. Then the face will be revealed and the senses will wake up for a while. No one could have blamed Lee Hwon if he had gone through the process.

"If you're right, you'll change your mind!"

Lee Hwon raised his fist at the face of Junnam-no-do, who was over eighty.

Then the Cheongjeolgum So-bu exclaimed hurriedly.

"Does he talk about brainwashing who's trying to defeat the leader of the literary circle and punish him as he pleases? Did you think that was a political scandal?"

The foundation of the political faction is the agreement with the people.

In fact, if you look inside, there would be many people who did not. Even those referred to as "one of the great soldiers" failed to ignore the personality and consultation on the surface. This is because he knows that his reputation will be distorted the moment he is criticized by Kang Ho-in. Thus, she tried to save Junam-no-do in a forced cause.

Lee Hwon narrowed his forehead.

He blew his fists and turned around.

Naturalization remained, but her eyes sank deeper than the first time. This was a subtle change that could only be seen at the level of the Jinshan nor the Taeul nordo.

He inquired of the sect's civil servants.

"Party? Since when have I been a regular?”

Sobu thought that Yi Hwon was somehow related to volcanic waves, and that it was the Jeong-pa-in of the Zai-gi, who lives in the volcano. So I didn't think he would deny the political faction.

"Are you denying the political faction now?"

"No, I'm just asking. Since when did I become a political faction?”

There was a bone in Lee Hwon's question.

Before the return, countless people cried out for the Medical Association and mentioned the honor. How many of them can truly be called adults? It was simply the council and the honours that were the easiest to draw them when they needed to.

And they called it a cause.

"Who decides whether I am a faction, a sect, or a mado?"

Lee Hwon's eyes were covered with naturalization.

And as soon as his hands were tightened, Junam-no moaned.

"Ask me. Does the Jongnam faction become a political faction if they call me a political faction?"

"What's that,."·······."

"To evaluate a person, look at his past. I am not ashamed of the way I have lived. Then am I a political faction? Are you the Safas who are hostile to me when you do?"

At this time, the reaction of the Jongnam faction was divided into two.

Feng Cha-ryong, an old man and a long-time writer, attempted to defile Yi Hwon by using abusive language that was close to a curse. On the other hand, Taeulno-do and Cheongjeol-gum-so-bu shook their lips.

Strong lakes are commonly used as strong zones.

If the strong man is so, most things have become so.

The definition of the weak crying out is only an empty cry and no one cared. It would have been a good thing if the blind knife didn't go away without a trace.

"Laughing!"

The Taeul Nodo trembled, unable to overcome his anger.

He has been a strong man since he had the sword in his hand.

He has learned the exploits of the strong in the history of the strong, and has lived in harmony with the strong. So even though he was not the strongest, he was able to trample on the weak and live as a strong man. However, Lee Hwon's appearance made him vulnerable, and one word of him came to my heart.

"You don't have the right to decide who's the political faction, who's the Safa. You guys check with your eyes who's the strong, who's the weak."

Yi Hwon swung his body at the end of the words and put his fist into the face of Junamno-do.

Quasik!

The nose was crushed and blood scattered.

Still, Junam-no's face was filled with anger.

I've already ripped off my beard, so I grabbed my mustache and pulled it. And even the white rice, which was completely covered by the eyes, was ripped off without hesitation. Fortunately, his face was revealed before he grabbed his hair.

A sharp impression on a day full of annoyance and anger.

He has an ugly look that no one can think of as an old adult of the Dogobangan sect of the Jongnam faction.

"See, is this the man you knew?"

I didn't know his name yet, so I didn't hesitate to treat him.

The civil servants of the Jongnam faction narrowed their brows to a sense of desolation.

Jinmyeong Samseong, a large adult of the literary circle, is a symbol of the Jongnam faction.

Therefore, three portraits were hung on the main hall, including the Eunhajeon Hall. I can't give you a door-to-door look at your face, so I started my day looking at the portrait.

So I couldn't help not knowing.

“······.”

No one could swear at Lee Hwon or launch an offensive. As such, the face of Junamno was unfamiliar. The Mundos looked at each other in bewilderment. I waited for someone to answer. Eventually, the scattered gaze began to focus on the two.

Jinshan nor Taeul noro.

However, the eyes of the two were different.

The Jinshanno was furious, but the hostage kept him from moving. On the other hand, Taeulnodo's eyes grew as if they had seen a ghost.

"Sa, death penalty. Face, ·····"

"Shut up! Don't talk nonsense with the enemy in front of you."

The Taeulno-do looked at the Jinsan-no-do, who had fired at him, as if he could not believe it. It is no wonder that Junam-no's face was regarded as a faceless man beyond strangers.

"How could this happen!"

A person's face changes.

Old age, accidents, or even good things have changed. However, it is impossible to make a face of a completely different person like Junnam-no- It was as if someone else's face was covered in leather.

"Did you grow a beard to cover that face?”

As Taeulnodo remembers, Junamnodo grew a beard twenty years ago. And even though the beard covered the whole face, it didn't look strange. However, I didn't expect such a slight indifference to come back.

He looked around as if he had an attack of malaria.

Then I found a strange sight.

'The face of the death penalty is clearly different from the portrait.'

There was a man among the gatekeepers who was not surprised.

One of them was Pung Cha-ryong, who was a long-time writer, so the shock doubled.

"Are you saying that all those evil things are true?"

The Jinshanno-do rolled his feet rolled.

Boom!

"The Tae-eul seems to have fallen into enemy hands and been misled by the trick. Let go of the placenta immediately, and the Mundos do their best to rescue the metabolic!"

And Jang Moon-in added words.

"Get a hold of yourself! Are you guys trying to cut off the Jongnam faction today?"

The Tae-eul-no-do struck a thunderbolt.

"So-bu!"

The Cheongjeolgum Sobu was in a hurry, but instead of Jang Moon-in, who had to protect the sect, he moved with the Seven Commandments. The Tae-eulno-do tried to awaken the spirit after confirming that the So-bu was in the same state as he was.

Unlike the Tae-eulno-do, Hana had completely shaken her composure.

"Uh, uh!"

At that moment Lee Hwon stamped his foot.

Quaqam!

The stairs in front of the Galaxy War shook as if they had been earthquake. As soon as the perforated hematode was operated with polarity, the red energy spread out like a tent.

"That's ridiculous, isn't I don't think anyone would ever think that they'd see something like this in their whole life. "But this is the way of the Heavenly Dragon War, and this is the servant of the Lord, who governs the wrath of the sensory apostles!"

Lee Hwon's remark calmed the whole party.

Jang Moon-in burst into laughter and pointed at Lee Hwon.

"Who would believe in being evasive after things have happened? Sensory surgeon? Anger? Are you asking me to take the presence of this faction as a hostage, and believe such nonsense?"

Lee Hwon kicked his tongue.

Rather, he was tempted to kill only the babies who had not changed their facial expressions. However, for the revival of the Volcano Federation in the future, Jongnam faction had to pay off its debts.

So, I was trying to explain it with my knee-deeply.

"Stop!"

A young man dressed in a handsome military uniform, gasped and crossed the gates of the Jongnam faction. Yi Hwon was interested in the front, but the civil servants of the Jongnam faction did not turn their heads.

Then the young man took out the black plaque from his arms and shouted again.

"It's Jin Kwan-hyuk of the forest blindness!"

Some civil servants showed interest in the word "non-seongak," and Jin Gwan-hyuk was more vocal and attracted attention.

"Sudden report from Bisungak to Gupaoga.”

Lee Hwon had to use a dragon to hold back his laughter.

He also claimed that it was Jin Gwan-hyuk of the non-preemptive government, and he was the first to go up to the Jongnam faction. When he met Jong Cho-hong, he seemed to have stolen the nameplate of Jin Kwan-hyuk.

In the meantime, the widow tilted her head.

"You're a warrior, and you're a terrible fighter."

Jin showed his blood-soaked innermost thoughts as he unfolded his forearm.

"At the foot of Mt. Jongnam, everyone was killed and left alone. Are you the drunkard on the other side?"

Lee Hwon nodded as if he were treating strangers.

"To convey the order of Chong Cho-hong, the main pillar of the non-linear angle. Sensory apostles are divided into joy and anger, and each maximizes only one emotion. The ganglim conjugation brainwashed people around them, leading to death. All apostles with the same emotions have the same faces, so they all change faces except for the first sensory apostles! So, ····."."."

Jin Kwan-hyuk talked nonstop.

And this was far more convincing than Lee Hwon himself explained.

For he seemed to be a moorish, a non-prejudice, and had nothing to do with both sides. He threw a plaque at Yi Hwon after shouting as if he had received information about the Cheonnyongjeon Hall from the Moorim League.

"Check it out!"

"Jin Kwan-hyuk, a member of the Eastern Imperial Household of Chengdu, Shandong Province, promoting non-linear arms."

The concubine's murmuring continued the agitation of the officials.

This meant that Lee Hwon's words, which he had thought were false until now, were true.

Jin must have been seriously injured, so he grabbed his chest and gave a scolding.

"This is not the time! A group of people from Cheonnyongjeon Hall gather under Jongnamsan Mountain. If you have enemies, you have to clean them up quickly, and be prepared for foreign invasions!"

At that moment an arrow flew from outside the prose.

"Argh!"

Jin Kwan-hyuk escaped with an arrow on his back.

That's an institution he's set up somewhere.

Hana Jin Kwan-hyuk gave a solemn warning as if he had been hit by a real arrow.

"Welcome!"

The agitation of the Mundos reached its peak, and some distanced themselves from those who had not changed their facial expressions.

'Crazy! That crook!

Lee Hwon raised the corners of his mouth, and Jin Gwan-hyuk, who dodged behind the wall, raised his thumb slightly. If he left it wrong, he would have become a horseback riding, not a horse-riding horse. Hana Gocheonrak has laid the foundation for her, but she can't let it go.

"I don't have time. From now on, I will take off this old monster's mask!"

Then he began to hit the face of Junam-no nonstop.

Puff, puff, puff, puff!

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun