(No. 1 in the world) (2)

 

The Southern Palace Sword Emperor reacted to Mu Jin's words, but it wasn't the same kind of reaction as curiosity.

"How dare you say the best thing in the world?"

Anger· Or before Mujin responds to a reaction of pettiness.

Yunhe Jinyin, who was confronting the Southern Palace Martial Drama, spoke up first.

"What she says is true... Namgoong senpai·"

"You're not the same as you used to be... Are you trying to fool me with a ridiculous lie to avoid a fight?"

"Have you not heard the rumor that Shaolin's Wise Light has regained its health?"

"What difference does it make to a man who has been bedridden for more than thirty years and has regained his health?"

As if there was no need for further conversation, the Southern Palace Martial Drama began to create a sword ring again.

However, Yunhe Jinyin retrieved the two swords and opened his mouth.

"Bondo was defeated by him more than two years ago. To the sacral light that has been lying there for more than thirty years..."

The old master, who had long since lost interest in being the best in the world, said as if there was no reason to fight anymore.

He glared at such Yunhe Jinyin with a suspicious expression for a moment.

"If it is false, then the shaman will have to pay for the sin of deceiving me."

In the end, the excitement cooled down, and the Southern Palace Martial Arts also recovered the sword.

The result of a gruesome battle is quite futile.

Everyone watching the battle looked bewildered, but there was one person who was the most desperate.

"I'm a senior of the Southern Palace Sword Emperor! How can you believe them!"

The one who cried out urgently was Zhuge Qihuan, who had returned to this place, believing only in the Southern Palace Martial Drama.

However, the answer from the Southern Palace Drama was cold.

"How dare the grub who sold Sega tease me with his tongue?"

As Mu Jin expected, the purpose of the Southern Palace Martial Drama was only to make a life-and-death decision with Yunhe Jinyin in the first place.

Zhuge Kihwan, who didn't care about the Zhuge family's affairs and dragged in foreign forces for his lust for power, was more like a human group that the Southern Palace Martial Arts despised.

Spatula ·

The Southern Palace Martial Drama looked at Zhuge Qi Huan like an insect and swung his sword, followed by Zhuge Qihuan's horrible screams.

"Aaa

"I've cut off your legs so you can't escape, so you can take care of the rest."

Screaming and struggling on the floor with his legs cut off, Zhuge Qihuan's face looked like a real bug.

The one-armed thief who was watching the situation at that time· When he realized that things were going wrong, he moved quickly.

"There's no need to keep him alive..."

Spatula!

Once again, the bundle of Gangi flew through the sword wielded by the Southern Palace Martial Theater, tearing Yeom Do-cheol's body apart.

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Naturally, there was silence in the area.

The people of Zhuge Sega, who were watching the situation from the top of the wall, felt dizzy.

The man who had been threatening to invade the Sega family and kill them all suddenly said, "The best in the world is in Shaolin..." With that, he made Zhuge Kihwan, who came with him, an and killed the thief.

For the people of the Zhuge family, who value logic and reason, the behavior of the Southern Palace Drama was "unpredictable" itself.

All the while, Mujin was thinking of something else by himself.

'No, you ignorant old man shouldn't kill him!!'

At first glance, he wasn't at the level of the Seven Great Princes, but he was a Shincheon executive who seemed to know a lot of information.

Capturing them, interrogating them, and getting them from the Sichuan Tang Family to feed them would have been a great help.

When Mujin was thinking about it,

After dealing with the salt iron Dragon, the Southern Palace Martial Drama retrieved the sword and looked at Mu Jin and opened his mouth.

"What are you doing?"

“··· Yes?"

"You said that the best place in the world is in Shaolin, so shouldn't you guide me to the front of the world?"

"Right now?"

"If you're a boy, you have to do what you think right away. Or is there any reason to stall?"

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Mujin was momentarily speechless.

I tried to make sure I had time to think about it, but it was the first time I had ever been so reckless.

"If you stalled for time, you'd draw your sword for lying and fooling you, wouldn't you?"

Judging from what Zhuge Qihuan and the one-armed man had done to the thief a moment ago, he was a crazy old man.

A human being who doesn't even have an answer that has reached a level that he can't handle.

“··· We'll just say goodbye and leave right away. Can you give me a little more than a day?"

"Tsk· It's troublesome..."

He clicked his tongue once, folded his arms, and closed his eyes.

Still, he seemed willing to make concessions.

He had to finish greeting for a short time, so Mu Jin turned to Yunhe Jinyin and asked.

"What are you going to do?"

"Zhuge Qihuan is dead, so this place will be safe for the time being. I'm going to go back to Qingshu and the shaman..."

Yunhe Qin replied, and looked at the Qingshui dojo.

"Qingshui · Let's go..."

"Yes· Mr. Taesajo!"

Qing Xu, who had flung himself off the wall at the call of Yunhe Qin Yin, stood next to him and greeted Mu Jin with a cannon.

"When I was confident in my sword... We'll see you again· Mujin Dou·"

"We'll see you later. Clean water dojo·"

After greeting him, Qingshu quickly disappeared with Yunhe Jinyin without any hesitation.

Meanwhile, Mu Jin and Zhuge Jinxi came to Mu Jin's side.

"I didn't expect to be in such a hurry. Mujin Sokyo ·"

"This is the way things are, and it can't be helped. After I arrive in Shaolin, I will contact you through the head monk."

"We'll talk about the details then..."

Saying that, Zhuge Gong added with a look dripping with regret.

"Do we really need to go back together?"

Zhuge Gong sneaked a glance at Mu Qing, and Zhuge Jinxi hurriedly pressed his elbow against his father's side.

And before Abi could say any more nonsense, she hurriedly spoke to Mujin.

"I hope you make it back to Shaolin safely. Mujin Monk·"

“··· Judging from the words and deeds of the Nangong Sword Emperor, it seems that he will be safe, at least until he arrives in Shaolin. I'm sorry to leave without being able to teach him properly."

Saying that, Mu Jin looked in the direction of the Zhuge family's grand theater.

"I haven't even touched the super-heavy metal yet... Damn it...'

She had no regrets about the exercise equipment she had baited her.

"Soon, as I promised, I will go to Shaolin to set up the True Law. So why don't you tell me more about the cultivation method at that time?"

"Ahem· We will do so. Oh, if you could, then those pieces of metal would be a little ...

Mu Jin scratched his head in disdain, and Zhuge Jinhui replied with a faint smile.

"I'll take it with me..."

Mujin, who shook off his regrets at her answer, said goodbye coolly.

"I'll see you later. Zhuge Family· Zhuge Jinhui Princess·"

After a brief greeting, Mu Jin had to return to Shaolin like roasting beans in a flash of lightning.

With a crazy old man·

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Let's go to Shaolin with the Southern Palace Dance Drama.

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Throughout the journey, there was an eerie silence between Mujin and the Southern Palace.

He wasn't a man who made fun of his mouth unnecessarily, and because he kept his mouth shut, even Mu Jin and the rest of the group had no choice but to keep their mouths shut.

But it was only one o'clock and two o'clock, and it was a taste of death to move awkwardly for more than a day.

Mujin didn't care in particular, but the others kept shouting, "Please do something!" He couldn't help but talk to the Southern Palace.

"Senior Namgoong·"

When Mu Jin called out to him, the Southern Palace Martial Drama didn't answer, just shifted his gaze and looked at Mu Jin.

"Aren't you offended to be with me?"

"Are you talking about the work of the Dragon Seal Society?"

"That's right..."

In the Dragon Feng Branch Society, Nangong Jinchen, the grandson of the Nangong Mu Drama, was defeated by Mu Jin. I was asked if I had feelings about it.

Of course, Mu Qing and Mu Gong were glaring at Mu Jin, "Why are you asking me about that now?"

Mujin, on the other hand, scowled at the two of them with a look that said, "I don't have anything to talk about, what should I do?"

However, in the end, the Namgung Martial Arts Drama just looked indifferent.

"You said that winning or losing is a sick boss, so why should you be offended by that? In the end, it's just important to get to the top at the end. On the contrary, you thought it was a good thing that you had provoked your grandson. After all, Chen Chen will win in the end..."

In response to the Nangong Martial Drama's answer, Mu Jin only let out an exclamation in his heart.

'I thought he was just an old man, but does he still have his own values?'

If you spit out this kind of thing, you'll be cut off.

Was there a strange curiosity in the answer of the Southern Palace, Mu Yul asked with an innocent expression.

"Then did Grandpa Nangong ever lose?"

"Uki~?"

At that rude question, everyone in the room looked at the Nangong Martial Drama nervously, but he didn't seem to care.

"I have never fought and been defeated directly, but when I was younger, I saw several masters who were superior to me."

In response, he stroked his white beard as if reminiscing about his memories.

"Yes... Thirty-eight years ago· Such was the case with Tianma when the Demon Cult of Xinjiang invaded the Central Plains. No matter what anyone said, he was the best man in the world at the time..."

Speaking as if he was recalling his first love, he tilted his head.

"It was a strange thing to think about. The Star Wing of the Demon Cult struck Shaolin and crippled the Radiance. It didn't look out of place for him..."

I wonder if it's because there was a story related to the light of the clouds. Mujin asked aggressively·

"What do you mean that didn't match the Heavenly Horse?"

"He was truly the best man in the world. It is said that the Demon Cult has invaded the Central Plains, but he has only won in a head-to-head confrontation. Our political faction shouldn't have driven out the Demon Cult in that way. Even if it took years, I should have improved my skills and overcome it head-on."

Saying that, the voice of the Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama was full of regret.

This was unavoidable.

For Namgong Mugeok, who was just over forty years old at the time, and was the head of the Nangong family, Cheonma was the person who taught him what the Heavenly Heaven was.

However, as a direct descendant of the Namgong family, the Namgong Martial Arts Drama had set a goal of defeating him with his own sword, rather than feeling humiliated or jealous of him.

However, the goal of the Southern Palace Drama could not be achieved.

In order to oppose the Demon Cult that invaded the Central Plains, the factions formed a coalition, and at the time of the final battle,

More than a hundred hermits and retired masters of the political faction had dug a trap and swarmed the hermit and killed it.

In the process, the elders of the political faction and the directors of the party were exterminated, but the Namgong Martial Arts Drama was not happy with the outcome.

In the final trap, his father, the head of the Southern Palace of the Sensei Dynasty, also lost his life, but he didn't feel sorry for that.

He was confident that if he had been given enough time, he would have surpassed the Heavenly Horse.

Since he couldn't fight directly with Tianma one-on-one, the Southern Palace Martial Arts changed his goal.

He succeeded his deceased father as the head of the Namgoong family, and set his sights on "the best in the world."

While working as a family owner, he replayed the martial arts of the Thousand Horses that he had seen several times on the battlefield every night, and fought with imaginary enemies.

Nearly twenty years later, when he felt that his skills had reached the Tenma he remembered.

He had willingly handed over the position of head of the family to his son, Nangong Changhui, and set out to go on a non-martial journey.

To prove that he is the best in the world, that he has surpassed that world.

Even the Emperor Sword Shape, which he created to surpass the Divine Sword Technique of the Spear Palace, was inspired by the Heavenly Horse.

The martial arts of the Heavenly Horse that crushed dozens and hundreds of political faction masters. It was a martial art that he made while thinking of the Heavenly Demon Reign Treasure every night.

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After talking about the Heavenly Horse of the past, the Southern Palace Martial Drama just walked away, silent as if he was lost in thought.

In the end, Mu Jin and the others were forced to use the awkward silence as their companion and quickly play with their feet.

And it wasn't long before the Mujin group began to see the all-too-familiar sight of the mountain...

"I feel like I'm back home..."

It was Mujin and his companions who returned to Songshan after about seven months.