return of Mount Hua Sect MTL - chapter 275

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Watching Baek Cheon on stage, Hyun Jong clenched his fist under his sleeve.

‘Baek Cheon아.’

Then, the body is tense.

You’re afraid Baek Cheon will lose.

It’s not like that.

Hyun Jong trusts him no more. If Chung-Myung is a lucky charm, Baek Cheon is like the purification of Hwasan, who has been cultivated with all his heart and soul.

If Chung-Myung is a pretty child that won’t hurt in the eyes, Baek Cheon is like a child who has been raising with great care whether it will fly or break if it blows.

That’s why you have to be nervous naturally.

“Is that a great student of Hwasan?”

“Yes, I am a great student of the white porcelain boat.”

“That’s probably the most popular kid in the arena.”

“That’s right.”

There was no more talk.

Only those who stared at Baek Cheon with more alert eyes than ever before stood out.

‘It’s definitely different from yesterday.’

Yesterday, I had my own words of blessing to save face. However, after Chung-Myung’s performance, Hwasan’s consecutive victories seemed to cool down a little, but now there was a cold spell.

What are you so afraid of?’

Hyun Jong bit his lips with a stiff face.

Are you afraid of hurting your side?

Or are you afraid of breaking the balance between the old file room and the five generations?

“I’m only a student of Lee Dae-jai.’

If this was the place where the great disciples and elders fought, they would have understood their reactions a hundred times.

However, I am so disappointed that I am so serious about the performance of young children, which cannot be called the proper history of Munpa.

‘These are the leaders of the world?’

Hyun Jong, who couldn’t hide his disappointment, sighed deeply as if he had realized something.

‘No, no, no. I was wrong.’

There is nothing wrong with them.

What is wrong is Hyun Jong.

If one of them and Hyun Jong were among the two literary people with the same skills and skills, which literary group would develop further?

Hyun Jong, who makes concessions rather than competitions, will lose everything to them and eventually push the door faction into the abyss.

Did I tell you to watch out for the timing?’

Looking at the back of Shaolin long door Bop Jeong sitting at the front, Hyun Jong nodded quietly.

You’ve seen it all the way here.’

Of course, a good person can be a good long story.

However, those who can’t take care of their own while only calling for consultation will eventually be taken away.

You have to be tough to protect.

As soon as I understood that the actions of those who even looked humble came from their hearts only for their own door-to-door faction, the chill was in Hyun Jong’s eyes.

‘I need to be tougher, too.’

To protect those children.

So that they don’t get in the way of their future.

It was Hyun Jong who learned another thing from the reactions of the long-written people.

“Isn’t Baek Cheon the one who beat the shaman’s sword? Now it’s called another Oryong instead of Black Dragon, right? Did you say white dragon?”

At someone’s words, a shaman, Heo Do, smiled brightly.

“My child is indebted. One thing I’m grateful for is that kid. Jin Hyun has been practicing hard since that day, forgetting erosion. I’m looking forward to what the future holds for my talent, as my child has come to try harder.””Ha ha. Then it’s a good thing.”

“Probably.”

Heo Do-jin looks at Hyun Jong with a smiling face.

“The results of the next game will be a little different than before. I wish I could meet you at this arena.”

If it were Hyun Jong in the past, he would have praised his opponent after making modest remarks here.

But now Hyun Jong knows.

You can lower yourself, but you shouldn’t lower Hwasan.

Even if he’s told he’s rolling, petty and narrow-minded in a pile of dummies, those kids can’t be taken down a single inch.

That’s what a long writer should do.

“It’s something to celebrate if the shaman’s black dragon has achieved it. But…….”

Hyun Jong had a nice smile.

“Even I’m surprised by Baek Cheon’s talent. I can’t imagine that the child will lose again to the opponent who won once.”

Heo Do-jin looks at Hyun Jong with slightly surprised eyes.

“Hahaha, the result of Bimu yesterday seems to have given him a lot of confidence.”

“That’s not true. How can confidence be a natural result? What gave me confidence is not the result of the game, but the skills of those children.”

The surroundings quickly became quiet.

Heo Do-jin stared silently at Hyun Jong and was about to open his mouth.

A loud voice came from the side.

“You’ll have to beat my grandson first to discuss that connection!”

The eyes of the two turned to the sound was heard.

Paeng Hwa-seo, the owner of Habukpanga, was looking at them with an unhappy face.

Heo Do-jin and Hyun Jong, who confirmed that Baek Cheon’s opponent was from Habukpanga, appeared to be embarrassed.

“Excuse me, my lord.”

“I didn’t think much.”

“Hmm!”

Paeng Hwa-seo, who breathed heavily, said in a loud voice, crossing her arms.

“Our Don is not a very prestigious child, but he is second to none! So open your eyes wide and look at it clearly!”

Heo Do-jin didn’t have to answer back and remained silent. And Hyun Jong looked down at Fang Hwa-seo, who held back his anger.

“Even the household owner of the Habukpang family covers the child of my family, but what did I put my dignity before those children?’

With a sorry heart, he gave Baek Cheon a heartfelt encouragement.

“Baek Cheon, win.’

His eyes, which held his hands together lightly, contained trust and concern at the same time.

to be light

Baek Cheon gave light force to the hand that held the sword. I repeated the unraveling.

I understand what they said.’

The opponent was Paeng Do-wan of Ha Buk Paenga.

Although I have never heard of his name, if he is the representative of Habukpanga, it would be one of the most prominent figures in the world.

But Baek Cheon didn’t feel any threat from him.

It feels like your heart is just beating steadily.

And it’s just Hyun Jong staring from up there.

“Long-written man.”

Back in the day, Baek Cheon was a man who thought only of his growth. However, I met Chung-Myung and learned one thing after many changes.

How great and great a writer was who knew Baek Cheon’s identity and accepted it without questioning anything.

I make Hwasan the best gatekeeper.’

In other words, it would make Hwasan’s long man the highest man in the midfield. To do so, he must defeat the man in front of him now.Baek Cheon looked across Fang Do Wan with unabashed eyes.

But Paeng Do-wan seemed to take that look as a provocation.

“You have big eyes.”

He threatened his shoulders with a big stick in one hand.

“You must have lost your head yesterday because you played well.”

Baek Cheon sighed as he saw the sudden provocation.

“Why is my opponent like this?’

It would be better if you could fit in well.

Baek Cheon replied in a nonchalant way.

“Not exactly. I’m a little scared right now.”

“Ha ha ha. The mouth is as smudged as the face.”

“…….”

Baek Cheon grabbed the sword, realizing that it would be hard to hear a good sound if he spoke anyway.

“If you don’t mean to fight with words, I’ll stop.”

“No, no. I’m thinking of giving you a chance.”

“Did you say opportunity?”

Paeng Do-wan giggles and says,

“If you abstain now and go down, that shiny face won’t go bad. I get irritated when I see a guy who looks like a parasite like you.”

“…Parasite Orabi?”

“Hwasan seems to have been lucky, but that’s because he hasn’t met the real thing yet. But you’re out of luck. I’m not the same as Hawsan has been dealing with. If you don’t want to be humiliated, go down now.”

“…Thank you for your advice.”

Baek Cheon turned his head left and right.

Yoon-jong, who sat down and saw it, closed his eyes tightly.

“Now you look like that.”

“Just put your mind down, death penalty. It’s too late to go back now.”

“…Where is a person’s heart?”

Yoon-jong and Jo-Gol swallowed tears as they watched Sasook, who became more and more like Chung-Myung.

Where did their private quarters, which they respected so much in the past, go?

Oh, of course I still respect him. Respect.

The problem is that the feeling of respect has changed a bit.

Paeng Do-wan moved on.

“So even now…….”

“Oh, that’s enough.”

“Hm?”

Baek Cheon sighed as if he was bored.

“If you’re done, go for it. It’s getting boring.”

“…This guy?”

Paeng Do-wan lowered Do from his shoulder and pointed straight at Baek Cheon.

“You must think you’re strong just because you’ve been lucky. Then I’ll let you know. Once you’ve already been cut off, you’ll never get the power of fame!”

Baek Cheon smirked at the arrogant remark.

“Famous?”

“That’s right.”

Then he scratched the back of his head a couple of times and spoke with a sour voice.

“If someone I know had heard it, I would have said this.”

“…what?”

“The famous one doesn’t have a head?”

“…….”

Baek Cheon stretched his sword straight and aimed at Paeng Do-wan.

“Come on, I’ll break the head of that great masterpiece.”

Paeng Do-wan’s face turned red in an instantaneously. He gritted his teeth as if he were about to explode.

“You cheeky bastard!”

And finally, clutching Do, he rushed toward Baek Cheon like an angry cow.

“I’ll break that habit!”

“Tsk.”

Baek Cheon squinted his eyes.

What he is doing is stupid, but he is under pressure to see if he was taught roughly by the Habukpang family.

It’s just…

‘You must have felt this way.’

Now I know how Chung-Myung must have felt when he told me what to do about breaking Chung-Myung’s habit. Thinking about it like that, I feel like my face is burning up.Those who have not escaped from the illusion of what to do with the famous text think that their background is their skills.

Baek Cheon also learned the reality only after Chung-Myung broke his head.

What about that?

The corners of Baek Cheon’s mouth are slightly raised.

“I don’t want to be gracious about this.”

“What nonsense is this is!”

Paeng Do-wan jumped up like a guard and hit the top of Baek Cheon’s head.

The harvest season that Ha Buk Paenga boasts to the world. It was a herbivore of non-Hosalto during the Ohodan Mundo.

The province, which has intense red pottery, fell toward Baek Cheon with enormous momentum.

At the same time as the stupor, Fang Do-wan was chasing Baek Cheon’s movement without losing his cool.

“There’s no point in avoiding it’s no use!’

If you are an idiot who confronts non-Hosalto head-on, you will have nothing to say even if you split into two and die. Anyone with a mind must avoid it.

Either way, once you lose your nerve, you can never take his lead.

Then I’ll grab the chance to win at once and draw a knife mark on that ugly face…….

It was then.

Baek Cheon, who stared at Fang Do-wan’s do-do falling toward him, slightly tilted the sword he grabbed back. Then he swung exactly toward Fang Do-wan’s province with a formidable spirit.

“Beauty, crazy?”

Paeng Do-wan opened his eyes wide.

You’re going to hit a big sword so hard with that thin sword?

Even a three-year-old child would know this doesn’t make sense.

‘Oh, don’t blame me!’

Paeng Do-wan, who clenched his teeth, pushed his energy in as he was on the hitting road.

Finally, his help and Baek Cheon’s sword collided!

Whoosh!

A loud ear-splitting sound broke out, and a person bounced back and rolled out the floor.

“Oh, my God!”

“No way!”

There was a good cry from the audience who were watching.

Based on the size difference or the weight of the weapon, it’s normal if Baek Cheon bounces off.

It was Fang Do Wan who rolled the floor.

“What, what?”

He looked up at Baek Cheon, collapsed, struggling to lift his head. He didn’t seem to be able to hide his dismay.

“Tsk.”

Baek Cheon lightly shook his sword and walked slowly toward him.

Unlike Paeng Do-wan, whose arm was cracked and his arm muscles were torn apart by a single crash, Baek Cheon had no apparent wounds.

Finally, Baek Cheon, who stopped walking in front of Fang Do Wan, kicked his tongue.

“Hey, you.”

And sincerely advised.

“Work out.”

“…….”

“I’m so weak that I can’t even carry a water bottle when I come to Hwasan.”

Paeng Do-wan’s mouth opened wide.

Weak?

“This me?”

His gaze swept through his forearms.

As a descendant of Paenga, who is famous for his magnificent backbone, his forearms are twice the size of an ordinary man. Most bears are big enough to bow their heads, saying, “Brother.”

But you’re weak?

Since Paeng Do-wan couldn’t understand, Baek Cheon sighed and rolled up his sleeves.

The muscles that had split apart were revealed. Muscles made from hell.

Paeng Do-wan gritted his teeth and slowly pulled himself up.

“This… you son of a b*tc*…….”

“Oh, you son of a b*tc*? Yeah. That’s how I feel at ease.”

“Huh?”

Baek Cheon grabbed the sword upside down and hit Paeng Do-wan’s head straight on the back.

Oh my god!

The sound of a ripe watermelon cracking sounded.Paeng Do-wan’s mouth opened wide. And it hardened into the position.

“Head! Head! Head! Head! Head! Head!”

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock!

After five strikes, Paeng Do-wan, who had a foam in his mouth, collapsed on the spot.

Baek Cheon, who saw him fall on the floor, pushed the sword into the sword and turned around without hesitation.

However, while taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped at the spot, as if he had missed something.

And he distorts his face and sincerely grieves.

“Oh, I should have hit you one more time!”

You have to shout five times and hit six times to make it hurt!

“Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

You haven’t learned it yet.

Tsk!

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