Novel The Previous Life Murim Ranker Chapter 143
When Mo Yong-mi, who was ready to play, headed to the rain stage, Yoo Shin-woon and Mo Yong-myung also left the waiting room.
They were escorted to their seats by the guide of the waiting Mulimmang warrior.
There was a special seat on the upper floor, away from the general audience, where only high-ranking people could sit.
“…Crying, has that time already come?” No, I don’t think so.”
As he moved through the passage, Mo Yong-myeong kept repeating unknown words to himself like a person possessed by something.
What’s wrong with him?’
Whenever that happened, Yoo Shin-woon, who was confused, had no choice but to tilt his head.
“You can both go up this way.”
At that moment, I quickly arrived at my destination.
As I left the passage, a special seat appeared, where only about 20 people could be seated.
The seats were already full, as if the two were the last to come.
At that moment, many eyes were on Yoo Shin-woon at once.
Depending on his faction, the emotions in the eyes he faced with Yoo Shin-woon were different.
The long writers of the Hwasan faction and Yi Se-cheon, the Yi Gongja, were openly expressing hostility, and the rest of the old family and the leaders of the seven generations were interested in him who came with Mo Yong-myeong.
Receiving the eyes pouring on him calmly, Yoo Shin-woon stared at the only person who was not looking at him.
“Yeoncheonak.”
It was Yeoncheonak, the great disciple of Damcheon-gun.
Sitting next to Lee Se-cheon, he was looking at the late leaders on the stage with empty eyes.
‘…it’s completely different from Isechon. I feel like I don’t have the will to live.’
The appearance of Lee Se-cheon and Yeoncheon Ak, which have been seen so far, was somewhat distant.
Unlike Lee Se-cheon, who tries hard to gain more power and power somehow, Yeoncheonak only focused on honing his martial arts by leaving two doors from his accommodation.
For this reason, even though he was the great disciple of the sword, there were no forces of Yeoncheon Music in Murimmeng.
“Clearly, Hwang Ryong-wi’s stone is Yeoncheon evil, but rather, Lee Se-cheon said that Hwang Ryong-wi’s real power is in control.”‘
That’s why Lee Se-cheon is called the true successor of the sword.
Yoo Shin-un thought Yeoncheonak was in a different position from the other two disciples of Damcheon-gun.
The first doubt began with his track record in another future.
Yeoncheonak died early due to the secret attack of Saparyeon soldiers even before the blood relationship came to the forefront.
The death of the great disciple of Murim Maeng-ju forced even the literary circles who opposed the war to get into a fight.
In the end, his death was the starting point for another war of justice. During this dance competition, I will reveal the secrets of Yeoncheon-ak.’
Like that, Yoo Shin-woon organized his thoughts and found a place to sit.
Mo Yong-myeong had already gone to the place where the seven generations gathered and sat down.
“If you don’t have a suitable place to sit, come here, Naechaldangju. The view is not bad here.”
At that time, Jang Yu, the opening’s main character, beckoned and called Yoo Shin-woon. There was no particular reason to refuse, so after nodding his head, Yoo Shin-woon trudged and sat next to him.
Quite a few of the figures in the old file room were surprised. It was because they thought Yushin luck belonged to the Seven Generations.
Jang Yu also felt a little surprised when Yoo Shin-woon came to his side and sat down.
However, soon after, with a satisfied expression, he handed one of the several gourd bottles he had on his waist to Yu Shin-woon.
“What about this?”
“Haha, it’s better to watch other people’s fights with the grain drinker.”
It was a sound that I liked while I was listening. Yoo Shin-woon gulped down a bottle of alcohol without hesitation. It was a solo that felt like my throat was burning, but it was Yoo Shin-woon’s taste.
“It’s sweet.”
“Oh, Yoo Dang-ju is a bit of a drinker. Rumor has it that there are so many famous liquor in Baegunsaega. It must have been all yours.”
“When you go back to Maeng, let’s go see him with a return drink.”
“Oh, this is what I saw.”
It was a time when the two had a friendly conversation.
Doong doong! Doong!
The loud drums began to ring one after another.
Finally, the rain dance competition was about to begin.
For a fair match, four referees invited from outside first appeared. All the referees were also warriors with strong bones.
Then one of the referees shouted loudly.
“The post-recipients from No. 1 to No. 4 of Murimmeng and Saparyeon, please come up to the non-stage!”
Since the total number of post-season players was 60, the first round was played simultaneously on four non-stages.
As soon as the referee finished speaking, there was a deafening roar and
Together, eight late-season figures showed themselves.
The cheers of the people were getting stronger.
On the side of Murimmeng, Mo Yong-mi, Hwangbo-dong, and Amipa’s blood, Haewoli, and on the side of Saparyeon, Yoseon-rim’s blood jade fairy, Galhong, and Gwangpunggak’s shade were attracting attention.
“Oh, I’m glad you came.”
“I heard that Moyongse loses his light in front of any flower.”
Meanwhile, the audience was admiring and exclaiming at the beauty of Moyongmi.
Mo Yong-mi was calmly passing the situation, but she said, “I can’t believe I’m getting attention with my face rather than my skills. I feel sorry for the circle”
Galhong, her opponent, stimulated her by opening her eyes wide with jealousy.
However, Mo Yong-mi only looked at her with indifferent eyes without answering.
“You punk!”
Galhong was even more angry at Mo Yong-mi’s attitude and trembled. It was when the atmosphere was like thin ice.
“Let’s start the choreography!”
“Wow!”
Finally, the audience’s shouts rang out and the dance began.
Pabbat!
At the same time, the eight latecomers demonstrated new laws and pushed forward like lightning.
All of them were prominent figures in Munpa, so before I knew it, I had a sword that I didn’t know when it was pulled out.
Chae Chae-Chaeng! Chae-Chaeng!
Numerous swords and swords collided, and colorful flames were flying in the air.
Although we haven’t even divided a few numbers yet, there were two sides who clearly took the lead in the beginning.
“As expected, the moon called Amipa’s future!”
“Huh, Gwangpunggak’s incinerator is barely catching it, but it doesn’t seem to last long.”
The bloodthirsty sea wall was wielding a blind sword against the shadow.
The shadowy name was on the defensive, slurring.
She was at the top of the list, whereas the game was already over because she was at the top of the list.
Meanwhile, the other side was Hwang Bo-dong’s rain stage.
But things were completely different here.
“Whoa! Laughing!”
Hwang Bo-dong was struggling to overcome the opponent’s attack with a harsh groan.
His opponent was a disciple of Yonggummun, one of the ten defeats. It was a shocking look.
Hwang Bo-dong was being pushed back by an ordinary disciple, not a small master.
“Hmm, did you not sleep well because of the pressure?” I don’t think it’s normal.”
Jang Yu, who was watching, tilted his head and said to himself.
As he said, Hwangbo-dong had turned black as if under the eyes were shaded. He looked haggard as if he were suffering from an illness.
Yoo Shin-woon pretended to be sorry on the outside when he saw that.
Tsk tsk, you’ve never slept properly every night. It’ll be hard to show your strength.’
Inside, he was laughing at Hwang Bo-dong.
The father-in-law who made Hwangbo-dong in that state was none other than Yoo Shin-woon.
Like other Naechaldang members, Yoo Shin-woon gave Hwang Bo-dong a suit made of cotton armor.
However, unlike others, he did not go into dreams and train them.
Of course. He was a schoolboy. There was no need to raise him.
“No, you have to bully him properly.”
Yoo Shin-woon used Mac’s power to keep having nightmares until now.
Every time he fell asleep, he had been chased by Yuilang, tearing his limbs and cutting his throat.
He couldn’t have been in normal condition since he came last week and couldn’t sleep at all.
“Oh my god!”
At that time, with a scream, Hwang Bo-dong was caught up in the enemy’s attack and flew out of the stage and collapsed.
Hwang Bo-dong, who fell out of the field, was eliminated.
“Wow!”
When the first eliminated player came out, the crowd on Safa’s side made a loud shout. Hwang Bo-dong staggered to his feet, trembled with insult, and disappeared into the passage.
“… I’m sorry, but I have to go because I’m busy.”
Hwang Bo-jun, the owner of Hwang Bo-sega, who was watching the dance, rose up with a hard face.
The unexpected disaster chilled the atmosphere of Murimeng’s side.
But it was then.
“Hmph! What kind of guidance did you give in Naechaldang, and I want to see if you’re out of the first battle.”
The extinction of Amipa’s long-written man, Jeokha Maengni, was sarcastic about Yoo Shin-woon.
“That’s right. At this rate, I don’t know if anyone who is in charge of the leadership is also tarnishing the name of Murimeng.”
Jongnampa’s Jeolmyeonggeomgun Dampung also added a word.
Other elders made an impression on Yoo Shin-woon as he was openly embarrassed.
The situation of extinction and the strong wind gently looked at Jinin of the Cheongang River.
He was also under silent pressure. At that moment, Cheon Gang-jin stuttered and spoke.
“This bitter experience will be a good nourishment for growth.”
Is that it?
The elders of the seven generations tilted their heads. It was because it was a word that protected Hwang Bo-dong.
Even Jeokyangja and Lee Se-cheon were speechless.
Even Cheon Gang-jin was puzzled as to why he said this.
Yoo Shin-woon burst into laughter inside when he saw that.
‘It’s working.’
The reason why Cheon Gang-jin defended Hwang Bo-dong was that it would undermine Yoo Shin-woon.
The effect of the spirit submission skill planted in him was gradually spreading like a toxin.
“Oh, wait! That one!”
But it was then. Mo Yong-myeong, who confirmed something, suddenly stood up from his seat.
Mo Yong-mi, who was only defending with a nine-thousand-ten-day sword against the onslaught of the blood jade fairy Gal-hong, was taking a new flag ceremony.
Shua! Shua!
At the same time, her sword began to take full shape.
“Prosecutor!”
“Are you already at your peak?”
She was the third of the Naecheondang members to reach the peak of the peak.
“Dead!”
When he saw the prosecutor, his anxiety raced at her with a scream.
At that time, Mo Yong-mi began to extend her sword in a graceful movement.
At that moment.
The season of the Moyongsega, which can be used only by those who have risen to the height of the peak and properly enlightened the tomb of “Yu,” like rough waves. The nine thousand seven swords were in full force.
The Seven Swords of Gucheon Gyeokrang.
One second.
Yueangpasum. (激閃)
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
“Wow!”
At the same time as a huge explosion broke out, the brownish red swept away by the explosion rolled on the floor of the rain stage.
After the referee approached her in a shambles and confirmed that she had completely lost her mind.
“MOMO’s beauty wins!”
Moyongmi declared victory.
At the same time, the referee was declaring the results on the non-stage at the side.
“The name of the place wins!”
Surprisingly, Amipa’s blood-use Haewol, who had been pushing hard from the beginning, was eliminated.
It was because Mo Yong-mi, who formed a prosecutor, was surprised by the performance of the prosecutor, and was properly hit by a shadowy person who was looking for a chance.
“Hey, stupid!”
At that time, his face was shaking as if it was going to explode.
“I don’t know who the teacher is, but I should teach him to open his eyes properly during battle.”
Yoo Shin-woon was speaking to the drunkard in a low voice.
Nice! Another great chapter. Thank you.