Chapter 172
Jeokcheongang smiled triumphantly.
‘Hehe, try the hot taste, you bastard.’
At the tip of his finger was a feverish keeper who had reached the extreme.
It’s Samsung (three generations), but it’s not at the level that a newbie who looks like a contract now can handle it.
‘This should be enough to wake me up.’
I don’t have a hobby of bullying a young guy, but this guy should be scolded.
From earlier, it was hard to listen to the water dam and what, because they were just talking nonsense that was hard to understand at the moment.
‘I’ve adjusted my strength, so if I do well, I’ll be able to avoid my injury.’
Hopefully. Jeokcheongang added a word in his heart and stretched out his hand.
Tok. The moment his skinny, wrinkled fingers touched his wide chest, Jin Tae-gyeong gasped in vain at the energy of the extreme sun that surged in like a tidal wave.
Whoops!”
“How is it, does it feel like a fire is burning inside?”
When Jeokcheongang saw the guy whose face was flushed, he laughed spontaneously. It is also an eternal truth that clubs are medicine.
“Now, stop talking nonsense and tell the truth… … “
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Hiss!
Jeokcheongang’s words did not follow.
It was because the two swords that flew like lightning cut his back and arms.
“uh? All right, all right! Qing Xiaoxi, success!”
Unlike Hyuk Moo-jin, who was delighted with a bewildered expression, Cheongpung scratched the back of his head.
Instead of spraying blood in front of his eyes, he saw a new type of Jeokcheongang that was shedding like fog.
“Uh, half-baked return (返璞歸眞) and Lee Hyeong-hwan-wi (移形換位)… … It seems that this is firmly misplaced.”
Jeokcheongang, who had been perched on a fence far away from him, laughed.
“Your eyes are quite usable.”
“I grew up watching it a lot since I was little.”
“Did you grow up watching it?”
Jeokcheongang was quite surprised to realize the meaning of those words.
Banbakgwijin, Lee Hyung-hwanwi. All of these areas are permitted only to the super-strong. That means that there were masters of the same level around Cheongpung.
“Who is your father?”
“My grandfather.”
“You’re a dumbass guy. How does the old woman know who your grandfather is?”
“My grandfather said that if you were born a man and hide behind someone else’s name, you should have your balls kicked out.”
“Hahahaha! It is a saying!”
Jeokcheongang burst into laughter and looked at Cheongpung.
“Can you bear the sin of daring to point a sword at me?”
He licked his lips with a troubled look on his face.
“Still, I haven’t used sword skills, so can you please look at it?”
“Would it have changed even if I wrote it?”
“hmm. I don’t think it was.”
Jeokcheongang laughed. I don’t know who he is, but he’s an interesting guy.
“If so, why did you come out?”
Cheongpung pointed at Jin Tae-kyung, who was standing like a mangbuseok.
Hot steam was rising from his body, which was all reddish.
“I owe a little to him. Can I stay still while my grandfather is persecuting my benefactor?”
“Looks like you owe a lot to me. If it’s worth risking your life.”
Cheongpung widened his eyes.
“Are you going to kill me?”
Of course, I have no intention of killing anyone here. However, Jeokcheongang deliberately hardened his face and lowered his voice.
“Of course.”
“Oh no. There are so many things I haven’t done yet.”
“This is Moorim. Should the old woman take care of that situation?”
Cheongpung, who had been thinking deeply, opened his mouth.
“It is not.”
Hyuk Moo-jin, who was listening to the conversation between the two with a nervous feeling, had a seizure.
“You can’t understand that, you human!”
“why?”
“Because that old man, no, he will kill us!”
“That is not wrong. um, and… … “
Cheongpung calmly added a word.
“You have to try to know whether you will live or die.”
“… … shit. Okay, let’s do it. If I stayed still anyway, I would be beaten to death later by the leader, what?”
Jeokcheongang looked at the two with his chin resting.
They are funny guys too. There are those who risk their lives for being indebted to them, and those who grumble but engage in a fight with an obvious outcome.
They had something that some people call Gaeggi and others call agreement.
‘These guys are sure to die early.’
It was like that 40 years ago, and it will be like that now.
That’s why Jeokcheongang had a slight crush on these young guys. At least they had the courage to risk their lives for others.
like right now
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“Now, shall I teach you how to do that?”
Jeokcheongang slowly raised his body.
At the same time, the mountain-like momentum that radiated from his short body weighed down his son-in-law.
Cheongpung and Hyukmujin grabbed the sword wave, and Jang Tae-bo sat down with a white face.
“You will fall.”
With a flick of his hand, Jang Tae-bo’s body flew over the fence. It was as if an invisible hand had grabbed him and lifted him up.
The sight blew my mind.
“Void objects… … “
He lifted Jang Tae-bo, which is bigger than a fairly long man, with a gesture of his hand.
It was proof that the old man in front of him had a high level of power that rivaled even his grandfather.
Hyukmujin also muttered with a bewildered face.
“Nimi, that’s something you only see in novels.”
The dimension is different.
At this moment, everything surrounding Jeokcheongang was his weapon and shield. The corners of his wrinkled lips lifted slightly.
“Come.”
Those words were a signal. Cheongpung and Hyukmujin rushed with all their might.
The swords of the two people, who already know each other’s martial arts through countless sword dances, meshed precisely and performed the passing technique.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Shh shh!
Just as the two sword bodies were about to pierce his side and neck, Jeokcheongang reached out with both hands.
Before I knew it, both hands wrapped in white flame grabbed the sword body.
“Will that work?”
gag drama.
Hyuk Moo-jin widened his eyes. His beloved sword, a sword made of unparalleled white lotus shank, was bending.
And soon it turned into molten iron and melted away.
“What is this!”
It was a blow with all his might, but he couldn’t get a single scratch.
Jeokcheongang’s voice reached his ears as he stared at the already half-melted sword body in dismay.
“Courage was imaginary. Stop resting.”
In the next moment, Hyuk Moo-jin’s eyes turned white. He was hit in the chest and fell to his knees helplessly.
The blue wind shouted like a scream.
“Hyuk Sohyup!”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure it’s just a little bit of internal damage. by the way… … Jeokcheongang glanced at the sword of the blue wind held in the other hand.
It was neither bent nor melted, and was enveloped in a subtle purplish blackness. Jeokcheongang brought out memories from long ago.
“Good night. Did you learn from the Volcano Sect?”
Instead of answering, Cheongpung issued a blow. The powerful Kwonbeop, which claims to subjugate the right to protect the tiger, struck Jeokcheongang in the chest.
puck! With the sound, the white eyebrows curved like half moons.
“How can you see this guy?”
Even if you receive an attack that would have left your heart shattered, that amount of reaction is all.
Cheongpung felt as if he was facing his grandfather, Geomseong Maijonghak.
‘strong. overwhelmingly.’
But I can’t give up like this.
Cheongpung let out a long breath and stepped on Jin-gak. The energy of self-confidence that shook his whole body burned even more fiercely.
“Okay, let’s go rampage to our heart’s content.”
Jeokcheongang grinned and relaxed the grip holding the sword body. The sword, freed from the shackles, poured out the pinnacle of plum swordsmanship.
Hey profit!
The elegantly moved tip of the sword draws plum blossoms. One to two, two to five, five to nine… … .
Twenty-four plum blossoms that were finally completed turned into beams of light and poured down toward the Jeokcheon River.
At this moment, Jeokcheongang couldn’t help but admire it sincerely.
‘Something amazing came out of the volcanic wave.’
There was one person that came to mind as well.
A symbol of the volcanic faction. No, the one person all swordsmen in the world look up to!
“Majonghak, what is your relationship with that friend?”
friend. Twenty-four plum blossoms swayed dangerously at that word.
And the next moment, the sword spirit that narrowly missed the Jeokcheongang devastated the surroundings.
Kwagwawang!
The blue wind coughed, swallowing a handful of thick dust.
“Cough Coke. My grandfather, Coke! do you know?”
Jeokcheongang laughed cheerfully.
“I’ve seen it. A long time ago.”
That was almost forty years ago.
The 100,000 demons of the Demonic Cult swallowed up half of the world, and when the war situation became unfavorable, the Jeongpa Murim went out to find even the virtuosos who were living in seclusion in Simsan Yugok.
It was also at that time that swordsman Maizonghe visited Mt. Jiuhua.
‘Help me.’
It was his first word.
For the first time in his life, Jeokcheongang was surprised by the visit of a strong man comparable to himself, but the answer was already decided.
‘I don’t like it.’
‘Even though the world is in danger, do you speak?, ‘Let’s speak straight. It’s your faction, the Murim, that is in danger, not the world.’
Even if the owner of Moorim changes, the world will not change. There are evil people in the Righteous Sect, and there are good people in the Demonic Cult.
And the Jeokcheon River would always remain in Mt. Jiuhua.
Maijonghak, who had been lost in thought for a long time, hit his forehead.
‘Uh, come to think of it, you’re right.’
‘… … Aren’t you here to convince me?’
‘That’s it and this isn’t this?’
‘What is this… … If you’re going to talk nonsense, please go back.’
‘Then let’s do this. To follow Moorim’s laws’
‘A strong man?’
‘If I lose, I’ll leave clean. Not only that, but your existence is forever unquestioned. but… … ‘
‘If you win, that means I have to help the political faction Murim.’
‘Exactly. What can I do?’
‘Pull out the sword.’
They fought for seven days and nights.
It was a fight between the Hwasan faction, which had been rooted as a giant tree in Murim for hundreds of years, and Yeolhwamun, which continued according to the principle of one-man victory, the principle of failure, and it was a bloody battle between the two martial gods.
And the result was a draw with no winners or losers.
‘Sorry. Why are you stuck in a mountain valley like this when you have such martial arts?’
‘Namsa. It’s my business, what do you care about?’
‘uh. Come to think of it, you’re right.’
‘… … I’m excited to hear. What am I going to do now?’
‘Honestly, the desire to continue is like a chimney… … They already crossed Gansu and Sacheon a fortnight ago. It’s unfortunate, but let’s stop here this time.’
It was fortunate for Jeokcheongang. If the fight had lasted just a few more days, he would have been the one to lose. Majong-Hak was 10 years younger than him, but he was already a tremendous force.
It would not have been possible without the strong air power.
‘Soon they may come here, to Anhui. Take care of yourself.’
‘No work. As long as I protect Mt. Jiuhua, that’s enough.’
‘Oh, that’s right.’
‘… … Please stop and go.’
The swordsman Maijonghak left like that, and the Demonic Cult army surged like a wave and crossed Anhui. And 15 days later, the Demonic Cultists passing through Jiuhua Mountain made a serious mistake.
‘Light a fire!’
Jiuhua Mountain was burned, and Jeokcheongang came out into the world.
Not a single one of the thousand Demonic Cultists survived.
And people started calling him by a different name.
“Then Grandpa… … “
The King of Fire, Jeokcheongang, smiled faintly instead of answering.