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Cheong pushed out Jin Qi with the acupuncture points of his lower body.

My legs were numb and I had no strength because my blood flow was blocked and my blood flow was not flowing properly.

However, Wolnyeo’s decision’s true spirit worked a little.

Although it felt like I was blocking the other side of my clogged nose and forcing air into it.

The excessive force caused a sharp pain in my danjeon.

But compared to the coolness of my lower body, the pain was bearable.

Wolnyeo’s heart was the heart of a nine-cheon wise woman who encompasses the nine worlds.

It is an enlightenment that balances yin and yang, good and evil.

The true spirit of the play’s hero, who shouts that anything is ‘possible’, gently melts the penetrator that seeps into the blood vessels.

It was when Cheong was forcefully prying open the closed blood vessel.

An older voice interrupted Cheong.

-Hmm. Nobu is said to be Godangsang.

Cheong was originally weak to old people.

I would have been able to confirm my bad karma by looking at my face, but I couldn’t because I was inside the carriage.

“Oh? suddenly? My name is Seomuncheong.”

-Nobu wants to teach you, so you should serve Nobu as your teacher.

Why are you suddenly asking me to treat you as a teacher?

“I already have a master.”

An old voice interrupted Cheong and suddenly began reciting a phrase.

Godang-sang also had no choice.

If the damn girl refused, I would have to apologize to her as an actor.

So, before I rejected it, I planned to quickly pass it on and show my condolences later.

Since she is a bitch from the righteous sect, her disposition will be different from that of demons, and perhaps she will return to Shingyo later and be treated as a teacher.

Even if that wasn’t the case, there was also a hopeful prediction that it might be better than the Protestant bastards who wanted to eat their teacher.

-Dark Sun Earth, I saw a time when the black sun rose and there was no difference between day and night… …

ah. Looks like he’s the master of magic.

Cheong quietly kept his mouth shut.

After passing through the introduction that it was inspired by seeing the black sun during a solar eclipse, it was followed by a section on how to use blood and true energy, herbivory, and imagery.

Martial arts training was usually in this order.

Next, the martial spear sparkled and radiated light.

When I opened it, there was a golden border-

to? Is it barely gold?

Cheong was disappointed.

The introductory process of having to use each and every type of machine and operate it perfectly at least once is cumbersome.

Cheong poured free training points and achieved Ilseong.

At the same time, unauthorized infiltration into the brain began.

It was truly indescribable to describe this sensation of something digging into and rubbing against my brain, as if it was eating my brain or massaging my brain.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh… … ”

And then I feel really dirty.

If it weren’t for this crazy experience, I might have been able to become even a little closer to Tae-chang.

But after experiencing it, there is a certain feeling that is not at all favorable.

Some kind of malicious intent that wants to take control of a person’s life and shake it up.

At the same time, you realize the indifference that it doesn’t matter what happens to you.

What on earth? Is this some kind of god?

If the gods that the uncivilized bastards believe in are the Jade Emperor and the Buddha Baby, aren’t they something closer to the good side?

Isn’t this how they treat people?

Or is it really just a game?

Am I doing what I want?

Why are these things involved everywhere I go?

Yes, fuck it, Emperor Mu Chen.

There was an article written about that guy too.

Suddenly, I remembered the strategy I read during installation.

Naturally and shamefully, like lying in bed and recalling shameful memories.

The biggest difference in difficulty was Emperor Mucheon.

In simple terms, it was said that Emperor Muchon was the great senior of the political faction and that he had taken care of all the crisis forces that could cause trouble.

It is said to be an easy difficulty level where it is easy to obtain Emperor Muchon’s legacy and can easily build up power even with a Safa or Mago tendency.

Emperor Mucheon, who is of average difficulty, is a man who has no political affairs, and only the past imperial family is pinpointed, making the crisis force much stronger.

In the hard difficulty level, the Emperor Mucheon is treated like nothing and the entire Wulin is tightly controlled by the government, and the level of martial arts in the powerful is also a mess, so the power and difficulty of acquiring advanced martial arts are different.

Cheong chose the easy difficulty level for the first time.

So is this what Moorim is like now?

What if it wasn’t so? Would it have been different then?

then? What is this world?

uh. I can’t do it. Bad idea. I need to stop.

Cheong’s body trembled.

weird.

It’s never been this bad lately?

why? why? why?

Then, one face comes to mind.

Cheong immediately noticed my condition.

That bastard who claims the position.

It’s because of that fucking guy.

His face is like that of Count Ashura, and his legs are half-baby. If Tae-chang scratches him and he gets in a bad mood, of course he will have a seizure.

Surprisingly, it calms down without any injections!

But I’m angry!

My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking.

Originally, people were nasty creatures who, once they hated someone, would hate them even more if they created a reason to hate them.

I don’t know if I feel unfair because the anger that contains all the irrationality in the world is directed at one person.

Originally, we didn’t know what people were doing, so we had to be polite and kind to each other.

Cheong’s heart accidentally hit the wall of the carriage.

It was a move that had already gone far beyond the peak level and contained an extremely deep bet.

The inner wall, the iron core, and the outer wall were all breached in one blow, and Cheong’s palm shyly appeared outside the carriage.

Godangsang, who had been reciting Heuksalmajang’s phrase for the third time, was startled and looked at the scene.

Only one note on the tip of a long finger was pitch black.

It was proof that he had properly entered the black assassin arena.

—-

It was roughly a week ago.

Cheong staggered towards the table.

My right leg was shaking, and my left leg was dragging because I couldn’t lift it.

Ji Seung-ju was amazed at that.

It was an amazing sight every time I saw it.

Can you walk on your own even after receiving the Yeokcheon Blood Flow Treatment?

Of course, it was no different from crawling, but I heard that the Supreme Lord did not have anything in his hands, so he was just planning to make me a cripple.

I heard that one of the armored nerves is almost ready to be completed.

Yeokcheon blood flow dabeop is a magic that originated from blood religion.

It is the vision of blood religion, which is considered to be the second most powerful of the forbidden arts.

A warrior at the end of his peak was able to withstand the supreme dharma?

“Oh, it’s hard. I thought rehabilitation was pure murder. It was a very human victory.”

Cheong finally sat down, massaged his thighs and trembled.

Then he pulled out his chopsticks and started swinging them quickly.

Cooking must be eaten.

why? Because cooking is right in front of you.

Ji Seung-ju looked closely at Cheong, who was greedily inhaling food.

If anyone saw him, he looked like he had become an enemy over food.

However, the object of Ji Seung-ju’s gaze was not the hungry ghost that had resentment over the food, but the hand.

The entire long finger is pitch black.

It meant that the Black Death Demon had reached Samseong.

It’s only been a week since I learned the rules.

Samsung’s achievement in just one week, one week?

Ji Seung-ju barely stepped into second-rate status.

He was acknowledged by Protestants for his brains that made him the owner of the monument, even though he was only second-rate.

Even with Ji Seung-ju’s brilliant mind, the speed at which he mastered the Qing’s black killing technique was an incredible achievement unprecedented in martial arts.

Rather, if it is the Naegongsimbeop, it can be understood even if it goes straight to greatness due to its extreme meaning.

However, Heuksalmajang is a long-hitting style.

How can a swordsman who only used a sword learn swordsmanship?

Could it be that he had an original talent in the craft that he didn’t even know about?

One thing Ji Seung-ju did not know was that Cheong was learning the Tathagata Goddess and Soso Demon Gong.

The Tathagata Goddess is the most lofty spiritual practice among all the methods, and Sosu Demonic Gong was also one of the roots that gave birth to numerous branch demonic techniques.

Since the techniques of Heuksalmajang belong to the category of Jangbeop, they were ultimately similar to those embraced by Tathagatasinjang.

In addition, the black-blooded penetrating mirror was originally created in the shape of a small magic gun.

Therefore, it is inevitable that you will understand it without having to pour in training points because it is natural as if you already know it.

Cheong, who had already emptied his plate, sat back in his chair and called Ji Seung-ju.

“Hey. Little boy.”

“Damn. What is the little guy.”

‘You tell me.’

Oh no. The words came out in reverse.

Ji Seung-ju thought it was a mistake.

Of course.

Cheong smiled beautifully at that.

“Your expression didn’t change all the time and you pretended like nothing was wrong. I guess you were secretly concerned about your height?”

“I have a disease where nonsense comes out sometimes.”

“Yes. Kid. From what I’ve seen, it’s because I don’t like eating alcohol. You have to eat a lot to get bigger.”

Ji Seung-ju’s eyebrows twitched.

Eating is not cool! Because of who!

Jungwon’s luxurious dining table spins round and round.

It is made to make it easier to eat by reducing the amount of food.

When I wanted to eat something, Cheong turned the table around and put all the food in front of me.

Ji Seung-ju was interrupted no matter what he wanted to eat.

“I hope Sojeo is taller.”

It was something he said to be Meg.

Because tall women were not popular in the central region.

But it had no effect on Cheong.

“Then. My little boy would understand if he were a little taller. Do you know how refreshing the air is up there? Every time I sit like this, I can’t breathe because of how dirty the air is below me?”

“… … .”

“But, when we sit down, we’re at the same eye level, right? Where does this difference come from? Did you iron it? Or a leg?”

“… … Yeobyeong.”

‘Small sickness.’

Ji Seung-ju’s outside and inside matched for a long time.