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Chapter 271

Shaolin is one of the largest temples in the world.

The status of Shaolin in the stronghold is huge, but the status of Shaolin in the midfield is just as great.

Since Dharma handed down King Seonjong to the Middlelands, Shaolin has become an unwritten shrine and the most visited temple in the world.

Of course, the scale is huge enough not to be found anywhere in the world.

But the huge Shaolin temple was now full of people with no room to step on.

“Oh, don’t push me!”

“We’re moving on, you people!”

“Who brought the chair? Bring a chair to this small place? Are you out of your mind?!”

Many people came to participate in the bimu, but compared to those who came to see the bimu, it was only premature haemostasis.

“Do I have to look this far?”

“I don’t know! There wasn’t a contest like this in a hundred years! If you don’t see it now, there’s no guarantee you’ll see it again for the next hundred years! As long as my neck is broken, I’ll watch it!”

From the first day of the competition, Shaolin was filled with no time to step. As a result, 1,000 monks of Shaolin were struggling to control the people even though they were all mobilized.

“Wow, there are so many people.”

Jo-Gol looked around with his eyes wide open.

The places where the participants of the Bimu waited and the places where the spectators were located were completely distinguished by red lines. Thanks to this, the Moon faction who participated in the Bimu event was able to settle down comfortably without being pushed by the crowd.

“Is that a non-armed contest over there?”

“That’s right.”

Jo-Gol squinted at Yoon-Jong’s answer and looked unarmed.

“It’s smaller than I thought. I thought it would be different because it’s Shaolin.”


“Yes, death penalty.”

“Look to the side.”


Jo-Gol’s eyes turned sideways. In front of the densely packed crowd, you can see a few more unarmed people similar to the unarmed ones in front of you.

“…Are you using all of that?”

“It looks like that.”

“Why are you so…….”

Yoon-Jong shrugged.

“There are nearly 20 door-to-door groups that have received platinum albums. Then there are 400 people who participate there. If you include gold, silver, and copper, the number of late participants will be well over a thousand.”

“A thousand?!”

Jo-Gol opened his mouth wide.

Yoon-Jong nods his head.

“That’s why you need a backup. If all those who want to participate participate, they will have to play three and a half months in the preliminary round.”


It was Jo-Gol who realized the influence of the competition.

By the way, there are 1,000 participants.’

When are all those people going to be scrubbing?

“It looks like we’re going to have a two-day preliminary round. After the preliminary round, he said he would move to the central smoke field and hold the main round. There will be about a hundred people left in the finals.”

“A hundred people.”

Jo-Gol grabbed the sword in his waist.

‘You must be in a hundred.’

The goal is to go as high as possible, but the Bimu is not necessarily ranked according to their skills.

If you meet the winner in the first round, isn’t it such a blind spot for Bimu to lose the first round as the final result?

What if you’re not lucky enough to be eliminated in the beginning?

‘I don’t want to imagine.’

That monk will bite the whole time. Throughout the tournament, back to Hwasan, even back to Hwasan!

“Yes, if I lose, Chung-Myung will try to change me.”….””Are you only worried about that?”


“I’m afraid I’m going to fight the elite of the other clans, but I guess I’m not worried about that.”

At Yoon-Jong’s words Jo-Gol peeked around the arena.

All the students of the prestigious students, who are shining with beautiful eyes, are waiting with enthusiastic faces. Just from the spirit of their performance, we could guess how they had been training under the strict gate wind.

If it were Jo-Gol in the past, he would be discouraged to see them. They’re great disciples who can’t even be compared.

Is it a little different now?


It’s true that Hwasan’s status has risen greatly, but Jo-Gol has yet to realize the changed status.

There’s no one who’s looking forward to being Hwasan’s disciple, and there’s no one who gives him special treatment.

And yet, what should I say?….

“The death penalty.”


“It sounds a little weird to say this, but don’t they look so easy?”

Yoon-Jong smirks, who glanced at other participants.

“Of course it looks easy.”

“But they’re students of the prestigious universities.”

“Is there even one guy like Chung-Myung?”

“…there can’t be two of those people in the world.”

“That’s what I’m saying. Who’s going to be scared when Chung-Myung is living with him every day? Even if they see a monster of Triceps, they would love three heads to wake up.”

“As it turns out…….”

Thanks to Chung-Myung, Hwasan’s disciples had no fear head.

“So when does Bimu start?”

“There it is.”

Yoon-Jong pointed forward.

As I turned my eyes along the gesture, I saw a Shaolin monk walking over the Demilitarized Zone.

He assumed a reverent attitude and looked up at those gathered in front of the arena.

The scene, which was noisy with just that movement, quickly quiets down.

Shaolin, who drew attention, opened his mouth with a heavy voice.

“I would like to thank the Mundos of each Munpa for taking the time to participate in the Bimu and those who came to watch this Cheonjabi performance. So-seung is the Gongcho of Shaolin.”

The sound of Gongcho is loud in the hall.

“And that person?”

“Property, open fire!”

Among Shaolin’s Confucius ships, Gongcho is famous for Kwon. It was one of Shaolin’s representative masters of dealing with numerous evil enemies in consultation with high military officials whenever he rarely went strong.

Everyone was excited that such a person would host the competition himself.

“And I would like to say thank you to the long-standing writers of each group who shine.”

Gongcho turned around and headed for a tall platform on one side of the unarmed.

On the podium, long writers from each faction who participated in the Bimu were sitting together.

They are greeted with thunderous cheers.

Yoon-jong grinned at the sight.

“Jang must be in a good mood.”

“No, the death penalty. I think you’re really uncomfortable.”

“…is that so?”

Ha-ha. Hyun Jong wouldn’t be familiar with that kind of position.

“Come to think of it, there is Jongnam Jang Moon-in sitting next to him and shaman Jang Moon-in sitting on the other side. You’ll have a stomachache just by drinking water over there.”

“I mean.”

“Then we’ll make that seat easier for you.”


Just in time, Gongcho shouted in a voice full of inner space.

“From now on, we’re going to have a world-class competition! Those who are called must come forward as designated unarmed. The match table was made fairly with the participation of each of the long-standing writers, so I will not accept any complaints!”

Baek Cheon raised his hand and tied the hero gun tightly.

Here we go.

Having taken a deep breath, he looks unarmed with his sunken eyes.You can see Jongnam gathering in front of another demilitarized zone. There will also be Jin Geum Ryong and his father.


Chung-Myung peeked at Baek Cheon and asked.

“I think he’s shaking.”

“Of course I’m nervous.”


In a more nonchalant acknowledgement than I thought, Chung-Myung tilted his head. Baek Cheon said in a calm voice.

“How can I not tremble when I have the opportunity to show the world the sword of Hwasan? I’m so overwhelmed that it’s hard to calm down.”


You know how to say pretty cool things, don’t you?

“Be gentle, be gentle. Don’t make a mistake by putting strength into it.”


“People like private life tend to fall down trying to do well.”


“Don’t pretend you’re not. Be calm.”

“No, dude!”


Baek Cheon pointed slightly behind Chung-Myung.

“I’m calling you.”


Chung-Myung looked back.

The Shaolin monk, who assists the host on the Demilitarized Zone, was shouting with his veins on his neck.

“Hwasan파의 Chung-Myung! Is there Chung-Myung? No, where the hell have you gone? The Bimu is starting!”


“If you don’t have any, I’ll give it up!”

Surprised, he raised his hand quickly.

“Here you go! Here you go! Here!”

Then he ran up to the unarmed.

Shaolin shouted, shaking her eyebrows.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“Oh, I didn’t go anywhere.….”

“Come on, stand on the stage! Your opponent hasn’t been waiting for you for a long time!”

“Yes, yes.”

Chung-Myung ran and stood on one side of the unarmed. The opponent had already settled down and was waiting for him.


Chung-Myung, who confirmed his opponent, tilts his head.

“I think I’ve seen you somewhere. Have we ever met?”


Chung-Myung’s opponent.

Kwak Hwan-so, a great student of Haenam, shivered and gritted his teeth.

“Darn Hwasan, you’re an oil fountain even if you ignore people. You set things up two days ago and you forgot about me?”

“Oh…! That’s him. I couldn’t remember his face because he was beaten up so quickly.”

“This guy!”

Kwak Hwan-so shakes and takes a deep breath.

“Where did you sell the black?””


Chung-Myung looks at his waist.


Chung-Myung, who confirmed that his waist was empty, confirmed where he was. Baek Cheon holds Chung-Myung’s sword and sighs deeply.

“Here you go.”

Baek Cheon threw a sword over the unarmed. Chung-Myung, quickly snatched from Ho Gong, quickly kicked a sword around his waist.

Kwak Hwan-so said as if he was dumbfounded.

“I can’t believe the prosecutor left it behind. Didn’t Hwasan teach you that?”

“I don’t think you’re good enough to be involved in other people’s educational policies.”

“What! That was before you……!”

“Okay, let’s get started.”

Chung-Myung, who cut off his horse’s waist, twisted his neck left and right.

Crack. Crack.

I didn’t think I’d come forward with the first choreography, but this isn’t bad either.

On the opposite side, Kwak Hwan-so gritted his teeth and pulled out a sword.


“Thunder nakedness is running wild without knowing what’s going on. That’s better. I’ve been waiting for a chance to avenge you Wasans, but heaven is helping me. I’ll let you know that Hwasan is no match for Haenam as long as you have a sword.”

“Oh, yes. Well, try. I’ll be rooting for you.”

Kwak Hwan-so choked up and clenched his teeth.

But this time it was never frivolous.

Let’s calm down.

Haven’t you already experienced that he’s got a big mouth? There’s nothing good about being dragged in.If you have anything to show, you can show it with a sword.

There was tension in all ten unarmed. However, the public’s attention was focused solely on Chung-Myung and Kwak Hwan-so.

Those who are aware of the recent clash between Haenam and Hwasan have no choice but to see the beaming.

“Hannam will get revenge, right?”

“I don’t know! I, Chung-Myung, am the Hwasan Divine Dragon! Hwasan The Dragon! Don’t you know Hwasan Sinryong?”

“Well, he’s the Hwasan Divine Dragon? You don’t look that strong.”

“The master’s appearance is not visible.”

“Wasn’t the rumor just too much?”

“Isn’t it something to watch and see?”

Everyone looked at the non-stage with similar feelings.

One side is Hwasan’s rising master, Chung-Myung.

And on the other side, Kwak Hwan-so, the great student of the Haenam faction, who pushed out Hwasan and took a seat in the Old File Room!

No matter how famous the Hwasan Sinryong is as the world’s most advanced figure, even the great disciples of the Haenam faction will never be easy.

“Let’s get started!”

With a loud cry, those on the stage began to move in unison.

We restore the honor of Haenam!’

Kwak Hwan-so calmed down his excitement.

Never underestimate your opponent.

In that frivolous appearance, you can’t feel the master’s appearance at all, but if you didn’t score the highest score in the world, there must be one.

So calm down, calm down…….


Kwak Hwan-so’s eyes were wide open.

Suddenly, the world is dark.


It’s getting dark? The world?



Kwak Hwan-so quickly realized it.

It’s not dark in the world, it’s something that’s blocking your view.

Something shiny and dark filled my eyes.


Fortunately, he also easily recognized its identity.

‘It looks like a shoe sole.…?’

But unfortunately it was too late.


Chung-Myung’s feet are stuck in Kwak Hwan-so’s face.

“Oh, my god! Oh, my god.

Kwak Hwan-so screamed as if he was picking a pig’s throat and bounced straight back.

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love!

“What, what!”

“Oh, my God!”

Other unarmed fighters, who were performing the dance, are startled and avoid Kwak Hwan-so.

Kwak Hwan-so, who flew through the nine unarmed walls in the back, was thrown right into the wall at the end of the unarmed wall.

Whoo! Whoo!


All the middlemen looked at Kwak Hwan-so with blank eyes.

No, exactly, he looked at the hole in the wall with his whole body.


Unmanned men, who were performing on other non-stage, lowered their sergeants and stared blankly at the big hole.

Before long, all eyes slowly moved to the stage where Kwak Hwan-so had originally been. And finally, attention was drawn to Chung-Myung.

Chung-Myung murmured, shaking his hands.

“That’s a mess and a mess. Where did you get that idea in front of me? I’m going to die.”

Chung-Myung with his tongue a couple of times turns his head and looks at Gongcho.

“You won, right?”


“It’s over. Can I go down?”

“……Oh, oh, oh!”

Gongcho nods loudly and shouts.

“The victory of the Chung-Myung small council of the Hwasan faction!”

At the same time, there was a tremendous cheer throughout Shaolin, which was momentarily silent.


“Oh, my God! Just one shot!”

“Hwasan the Dragon! Hwasan The Dragon!”

“Hahahaha! I can’t believe the day has come when I see this kind of sizzling with my own eyes! It’s the best! The Hwasan The Dragon!

Chung-Myung trudged down the stage with his whole body shouting. And stood in front of his disciples.”You saw it, didn’t you?”


“That’s all I have to do.”


……That’s very helpful.

Thank you so much, Chung-Myung.


The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung.
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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung. After slicing the head of the peerless Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept an eternal sleep on the peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Jumping over a hundred years, he comes back in the body of a child. But… what? Mount Hua declined? What the hell are you talking about!? It’s only natural to want to live if you’re going broke. “Decline? Even though I’m here? Who would dare!” Plum blossoms eventually fall. But when the cold winter passes and spring comes, plum blossoms shall bloom again. “But I’m gonna die first before Mount Hua gets revived! If you’re gonna go bust, might as well do it right, you bastards!” The beginning of the Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung’s solitary struggle to save the thoroughly declining Mount Hua Sect


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