return of Mount Hua Sect MTL - chapter 633

Ch 633

Chapter 633: 633

“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”

Bloody eyes glistened ominously.

And the faces of those who watched the snow slowly distorted with anxiety. After all, there was only one person they could see.

‘Please do something about it.’

“How did I do that?”’

No, but you still have your own room. You know it’s going to be a mess if it explodes.’

Turn it off.

These bastards don’t usually treat their colleagues as private accommodation, but only when they do.

If you’re pressuring only priests and quizzes, you can ignore them roughly, but the problem is that even the elders in the back were secretly giving Baek Cheon a hint.

Having failed to overcome the explicit request and the silent pressure that followed, he finally sighed and approached Chung-Myung’s side and looked around.

“Loss in a row……….Loss in a row…”….7 consecutive losses…….”

“…….”

“Losing seven times in a row to sham……. To a shaman…….”

You are out of your mind.

He’s usually a bit of a taster, but now he seems to have gone very well. Those twinkling eyes and trembling hands were enough to tell.

It was a harsh reality for Baek Cheon because he had to stop Chung-Myung, who had lost his taste even though he was fine.

My forefather.

I’m going to die.

Baek Cheon sighed deeply and opened his mouth carefully. It was just enough to calm him down somehow.

“I…….”

“Growl…….”

“There’s that…”

“Huh?”

Chung-Myung’s eyes darted back towards Baek Cheon.

Look at his eyes.

I’ll shoot a fire with my eyes soon…….

“That…….”

Baek Cheon stammered uncharacteristically.

“Yes, you did.”

“What?”

“There are more valuable losses than victories.”

“…….”

There was no return answer, but Baek Cheon smiled awkwardly and continued.

“Even though I lost, I don’t think I’ll be too angry because the kids are learning something.….”

At that moment, Chung-Myung’s head tilted sideways.

I’m screwed.

‘Well done.’

“Should I be a rabbit?

At the same time, the color faded from the faces of the Hwasan disciples, who were wary of Chung-Myung.

“Living quarters.”

“Uh, huh?”

“I did. Of course I said that.”

“He, he is. Chung-Myung아.”

“……but.”

“Huh?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“…….”

“Do you know everything about private life? Huh?

Chung-Myung’s eyes slowly began to flip.

“If I could do everything I know, I’d be Confucius, Chung-Myung. What’s wrong with the Buddha not being able to do what I know when it takes his whole life to do what he knows? What!”

“…….”

Oh, my God, how can we have such a bad temper?

“This firewood won’t do you any good, you’ll lose to the shaman! 7 consecutive losses? Oh, not even consecutive losses! It’s not six consecutive losses! 7 consecutive losses? 7 consecutive losses?

Chung-Myung, who was shaking and shouting at the water, suddenly stiffened and grabbed the back of his neck.

“Gasp…….Back, back of neck!”

“Ji, calm down!”

Panicked Baek Cheon rushed to comfort Chung-Myung.

“You’ve seen enough of the gain! Jukdo really go from here, nothing. ”

“He, yes, Chung-Myung! Now, please calm down!”

“Who’s going to hurry up and get the sugar, you bastards!”

Other students helped Baek Cheon and began to coax and soothe Chung-Myung.

They had already been with Chung-Myung for years. It was a time when I knew enough that when this guy started to fire, horrible things always happened.”Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”

Chung-Myung, staring ahead with bloodshot eyes, breathed out a short breath.

“I’d rather break all the heads of those bastards and bury them somewhere in the mountains.….”

“What, is this crazy?”

“No, private lodging. You’ve always been crazy.”

“…but I do.”

Even a madman can’t tell the time and place.

But isn’t it a big problem because this lunatic in front of him can’t decide when and where to go?

“No! What a d*mn losing streak!”

“You said you couldn’t win, you crazy!”

“I can’t win! Of course I can’t! But you have to win!”

“…Please, please, don’t make sense.….”

Baek Cheon begged, but Chung-Myung was in no condition to listen.

Of course Chung-Myung knows.

Other Hwasan’s disciples, except Ogum, are not yet up to shamanism. How can a shaman beat those who are not independent of a single neighborhood and have one share or difference?

Had that been possible, Hwasan would have already risen to the rank of the world’s highest gate and had plum blossoms engraved on Shaolin’s middlemen’s bald heads.

I know. Of course I know. I know, but…….

‘I know, but I’m mad!’

Oh, my God.

I can’t believe I’ve lost to a shaman like this!

You bastards, when I was you, huh?

I’ve never seen their faces! I only saw the conduit on the head! How dare you shaman cubs lift their heads in front of Hwasan!

Chung-Myung, who was about to explode after boiling inside, shivered with the handle of a sword.

“Ji, calm down, you son of a b*tc*!”

“Are you far from the party?”

It was then.

Kudadang!

Gwak Hae, who played the Bimu on behalf of the three great disciples, failed to beat the sword that flew and was stuck on the floor of the Bimu stage.

“Well, well, well…….I!”

In the end, Chung-Myung, who couldn’t contain his anger, started leaning back.

“Why would he lose at a time like this!’

“That stupid bastard!”

Come down here!

Gwak Hae, who looks like he’s only going to get double-criticism even though he did his best, may feel unfair, but that’s how the world works.

Even if he does the same thing, he or she will be beaten up.

“Whoosh!”

Chung-Myung, who managed to get back up, took a deep breath. Maybe it worked, but my face got milder little by little.

“……Yes, it’s strange that I’m saying something to the housemates.”

“He, yes, Chung-Myung. Let’s calm down first! Huh?”

“Next time! Next time we win!”

“No, that’s not it.….”

“Huh?”

“The thirsty one digs a well! I’m coming out!”

“HOLD!”

“Stop it!”

Hawasan’s disciples around quickly flew over and crushed Chung-Myung.

“Let it go! Let it go! I’ll shave off all their heads and turn them into Shaolin!”

“Oh, Amitabha Buddha. It’s a matter of fact.….”

“It’s noisy! It’s not helping!”

“…….”

“This Bobborough thing! Can’t you eat that much and go out on Bimu? Spit out everything you’ve eaten, you son of a b*tc*!”

Hye Yeon’s face was stained with injustice.

No, it’s not that I didn’t go out because I didn’t like it, but honestly, he, a member of Shaolin, is going to go to the dance of Hwasan and the shaman.

“Why are you taking it out on the monk?”

“It’s useless! Useful! That bald thing!”

Oh, my gosh!

When Chung-Myung opened his eyes and flipped over, Baek-ah stuck her head out of his clothes and started to yawn at Hye Yeon.Hye Yeon, who was sullen, bowed her head. Yoon-jong approached and tapped him on the shoulder.

“We don’t think so, so never mind, monk.”

“…Thank you.”

While Yoon-Jong comforted Hye Yeon, Chung-Myung’s seizure continued.

“Let it go! Let it go! I’m leaving. If I go out and knock them off, it’ll work out!”

“You said you were leaving last, you son of a b*tc*!”

“What’s the difference if you come back with a clumsy one!”

“Come on, dang-gwa, dang-gwa! Come on!”

Jo-Gol stuffed sweets from somewhere into Chung-Myung’s mouth.

Chung-Myung chewed bitterly as if the party were the heads of the shaman.

“Turn it off.”

Baek Cheon sighed at the sight of Chung-Myung, who still couldn’t calm down after asking for sweets.

‘Lose seven in a row…’ No, lost eight in a row was a little too much.’

Everyone did their best since Ungum did well, but the defeat was still a defeat. It was also true that every time a defeat was stacked one by one, the camouflage felt twisted.

It was confirmed that the distance to the shaman was not far.

But it was also a moment of clear confirmation that the street existed.

‘A shaman…’

Baek Cheon looked at the shaman’s camp with a heavy face.

“It’s still high.”

“I know.”

Baek Cheon and Yoon-Jong gazed at the shaman’s camp.

Shudang was certainly a place that deserved to be called the world’s first inspection.

‘Even if the day comes when our children catch up with those great disciples, there is a difference in the number.’

Not all of the shaman’s great disciples are here. The shaman has close to one hundred students alone. That’s an overwhelming number than Hawsan.

Given that even the shaman’s second and third disciples grow while they grow up, the gap in power will not be easy to overcome.

Besides…

“Even if you overcome them, there are shaman elders behind them.”

“…I don’t want to think about it, but it’s kind of awful.”

“Yes, I see.”

I guess this is the power of the famous.It’s not that difficult to go beyond one by one. However, a prestigious name is once again blocked in the form of a high mountain even if it overtakes one.

“But…….”

Baek Cheon had a strong will on his face.

“That’s enough to make it fun to chase.”

It’s still way too high.

But I don’t think it’s a mountain that I can’t cross. With this inscription, Hwasan’s disciples would have the same idea.

In the past, it was so high that the end of it could not be measured, but this stele confirmed the approximate height. Doesn’t that mean you can go up one day?

‘The greatest harvest of this bimu is to gain confidence and return.’

Baek Cheon smiled quietly.

However, there was one thing that was lacking.

“It would be nice if we could see how powerful the shaman’s elders are.

“It’s going to be difficult. Elder people aren’t the ones who come forward easily.”

“That’s right.”

Although Ho Sanja is said to be, Ho Sanja is not the real elder of the shaman. What they wanted to know was not the person in charge of external activities like Ho Sanja, but the power of real elders dedicated solely to training in the shaman’s Simsan Yugok.

‘I’m sorry I missed that one.’

Anyway, I got something else, so that’s enough.

“Well, those shamans…….”“…….”

So let’s calm down that dog first…….

……I’m dying, really.

“Good work.”

“Yes, Elder.”

Ho Sanja nodded loudly as he saw his student returning from the victory.

Eight times.

After losing the game against Yoo-Esul, he has won all eight times since then. The eight per cent of what is planned has been achieved. However, Ho Sanja’s face rarely straightened out while watching the winning streak.

I’m sure he’s winning.’

Why can’t I feel like I’m winning?

Ho Sanja bit his lip and glanced toward Hwasan.

Whasan’s students, who are babbling, were by no means a loser. It seemed more like a figure of those who won a big victory.

On the other hand, the shaman was winning, but the mood was gradually stagnating.

I have to bend it.….’

This atmosphere should not continue if you think about the reason why you started this choreography. It is important to announce the difference externally, but we had to make Hwasan realize that shamans are high walls that can never be crossed.

To do that…….

Ho Sanja shouted out.

“Ho Gong, hasn’t this guy arrived yet? How can you be so cruel when the man of letters has ordered you!”

“You don’t have to be so upset because you’ve already arrived.”

Ho Sanja, who thought Mu Jin would say something, raised her eyes at the voice heard from behind. Looking back, I could see the face of the priest with a slightly strange expression.

“The death penalty. Apparently you’re going through quite a lot.”

“Why, why are you so late?”

Ho Gong smiled at Ho Sanja’s polished moon.

“It’s terrible.”

“…what?”

“Since when has a shaman become so weak? If the elder doesn’t come forward, he won’t be able to deal with Hwasan.”

“This, this, this… “.”

“Isn’t that right, the death penalty?”

Everyone began to hold their breath at Ho Gong’s low, overbearing voice.

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