Chapter - 301 Episode 301. It wasn't like that when I was young. When I was a kid!


Bop Jeong looked at the match table with a strange face.

"It's a very different result than I thought."

At the words, Shaolin's elder Bop Kye looked a little uncomfortable.

"We expected that the shaman would not be able to exert much power. The shaman's shamanism is the shamanism of atmospheric chronicness, and the young latecomers couldn't have been able to exert their power. So there's a limit."


A common feature of shamanism and shamanism is that the more time you learn, the more powerful you are.

Therefore, at an age below Yirip, who has not yet been trained for a long time, he often failed to exert much energy compared to other civil groups.

"And I thought Namgoong and Paenga would also stand out. No matter what anyone says, they are the ones who will lead the party's power."

"That's right."

The old file room and Oh Dae-se.

These are the two pillars that lead the party's political faction.

However, weaving under the same name does not mean that all three of them belong to the same group.

Gupa is close to Jongnam and Open, with Shaolin and Shudang at the center, while Oh Dae-sega is closely followed by the Dangga at the center of Namgung Sega and Fanga.

From the beginning of the competition, we already expected them to do well.

The problem is...

"As Jongnam collapsed, the tax completely tilted. The remaining disciples of the old file room in the river thirty are barely over ten."


Bop Jeong let out a low voice.

Although many people usually combine Goofilebang and Odaesega with the world's best names, to put it bluntly, Goofilebang and Odaesega are not that close.

Families leading to blood and literary circles leading to meaning are different from their concepts. In the end, they have no choice but to bump into each other in small and large areas.

So it was never a good thing that the old file room showed weakness compared to the five generations at the non-stage held by Shaolin.

"There is a close difference between Gufa and Odae Sega's disciples. And there are four people who are neither old nor old.…."

Bop Kye, who was talking, sighed deeply.

There is only one place left that is neither a file room nor a trend of Oh Dae-se.

"Hwasan's performance was frankly unexpected."

Hwasan's students are all four left in the river.

Four may seem like a small number, but Hwasan was the only one who left four disciples in the river. Even Shaolin the world has only three left.

"What were they originally assigned to?"

"It was a hermit. It is said that Hye Bang, who received a complaint, randomly gave them a gold plate."

Bop Jeong sighed as if he was lucky.

"If it wasn't for Bye Bang, I would have been humiliated."

If Hwasan had come to Shaolin with a silver spoon in his hand, the Cheonha-dong provinces would have pointed fingers at Shaolin for not recognizing his skills.

They must have laughed at him for giving him a silverware with a platinum album.

It was Bop Jeong who was lucky to have avoided the disgrace.

"It's fortunate, but on the other hand, it's unfair. Who thought Hawasan would be this active before the competition began?"

"I see."

Bop Jeong smiled brightly.

"Especially, that Chung-Myung kid was amazing the more I saw him. Maybe Hye Yeon is struggling."

"Is it that bad? Of course, it was great, but in my eyes it wasn't as good as Hye Yeon.Only…….""It's not all you've seen."

Bop Jeong squinted his eyes.

And maybe what I saw isn't everything.'

It's an interesting thing.

I can't even see the depth of his child when I see him who doesn't even live in half.

If Hye Yeon is a stream that makes you feel good just by looking at it so clear, the Chung-Myung child was like a nail that you couldn't dare to look into because it dare to look into.

"The heavens are sometimes cold, but at the end of that coolness they must let go of their warmth. The child's appearance in Hwasan will not be irrelevant to the will of heaven."

Bop Jeong memorized Do-ho a little bit.

- Is there anyone here who doesn't know what happened to those who believed in will, did they practice consultation and did not hesitate to throw themselves?

The voice of Jongnam Jang Moon-in, who suddenly passed through his head, gave Bop Jeong a little strength.

How can you not know?'

How can you not know?

It's the best thing that made them do that.

I tried to turn a blind eye. I didn't want to look back.

But Hawsan finally returned to his power and stood in front of them again. As if those who truly pursue spirit will suffer, they will not collapse.

Therefore, Bop Jeong had to feel prickly every time he saw Hwasan's disciples.

"Amitabha Buddha."

Bop Jeong shook his head, who blew away his thoughts due to low disapproval.

"This tournament is coming to an end. It would have been nice if we could be a place of harmony where we get to know each other better."

"I would have known better. In particular, Hwasan will now be a cleric with no one in the world."


"Especially if the Chung-Myung kid makes it to the finals, the honor of the old file room will hit rock bottom. Of course, even the five generations should blush."

"I suppose so."

"And when that happens...…."

Bop Kye looked down at Bop Jeong's face.

"We may also have to reverse our past decisions."

"If I have to, I have to."

Bop Jeong memorized dislike again.

What Bop Kye says is that the decision of the past is to kick Hwasan out of the old file room.

"However, we can't decide such a thing with our latecomers alone."

"That's true, but...…."

"Yes, I know what you mean. That's what happens in the end, so you'll have to get ready in advance."

"Yes, sir."

Hwasan's return to the old file room.

This was not something to be written off as small. Perhaps it will be a big event that will shake up the power of the strong.

"If that's the way it is, I'll go there."

Bop Jeong nodded.

"Anyway, let's wait and see for a while longer. It won't be too late to discuss after the arena."

"Yes, sir."

"Amitabha Buddha."

Bop Jeong closed his eyes and fell into thought.

Bop Kye hesitated for a moment and then quietly opened his mouth again instead of leaving.

"I'm a little jealous."


"Hwasan is probably feeling the joy of flying away now. I have a stomachache thinking about it."

Bop Jeong smirked at the straightforward comment.

"You're rewarded for your efforts. Let's just celebrate."

"Yes, sir."



A slightly blocked voice came out of Hyun Jong's mouth.

"Even our ancestors, who had four disciples on the river of thirty...…."


"Everybody will be happy...…."


He looked at his disciples with dumb eyes as he stopped talking.Everyone was looking at him with a look as if they were almost at a portrait house. And…….

He turned his head slightly to one side. Where the problem lies.

In the composition, Chung-Myung is roaring like an angry hound, holding onto his limbs by a group of Baek Cheons.

What's wrong with that?'

Hyun Jong sighed deeply.

It seemed that the disciples could not hear it even if they had to say something nice. Despite many words of encouragement, Hwasan's disciples only look soulless with expressions like children waiting behind them.


Hyun Jong coughed in vain.

"Then I'll be back after a few discussions with the elders, so you can rest...…."

"Come on, Jang Moon-in!"

"Where are you going, long storyteller? Take us with you!"

"Don't leave us alone! Long story!"

Suddenly, desperate reactions erupted from the students who were sitting in despair.

However, Hyun Jong lifted his head slightly and turned a blind eye to his disciples.

Of course, it's not that hard to protect these kids now, but it's going to happen one day unless you put that Hawasan rabid dog away.

It might be better to get beaten first, rather than rush it out.

"Well, then I'll leave you alone."

Hwasan's disciples exclaimed as Hyun Jong walked up to the floor.

"Long moon Yi In!"

"Where are you going, long storyteller? Elder Hyun Sang! Good luck with your fortune!"

"Don't leave us alone! Take us with you...…! Please!"

But Hyun Jong disappeared without looking back, just like someone who didn't hear them scream.


The remaining disciples of Hwasan slowly, very slowly turned their heads to one side.

It was time to face evil spirits.

"…is it refreshing?"

A voice that seems to have poked all the heartache and crookedness that exists in the world flows out of the devil's mouth.

"What are you doing?"

Chung-Myung twisted his body. Yoo-Esul and Yoon-Jong, who were holding his arms, let go of Urban.

"Friday or jade, I taught you to blow and you ran out of it. By the way, what are you doing?"

His eyes began to turn upside down.

Hawasan's disciples looked at Baek Cheon in a hurry, looking fed up.

Please do something, death penalty!

"Look at that, that! Your eyes are spinning!'

Back Cheon, who received the earnest gaze, coughed loudly and opened his mouth.

"Chung-Myung아. Of course, we failed a lot, but we still have the most left. This is to celebrate...…."

"Living quarters."


"If anyone hears it, they'll think it's up there."


"Don't sneak around here and go where the losers are. If you drink the same air, you'll get defeated."


Baek Cheon trudged to the place where the losers gathered and sat with his knees wrapped.

"The death penalty?"



Those who saw his sad eyes couldn't say anything but swallow tears.

'Poor thing.'

Why is there no exception to his life?'

But whatever they were thinking, Chung-Myung didn't loosen his eyes.

"They're all missing, losing to the old file room? I can't live because I have a temperamental! He's got a temperament! You're telling me you've got nowhere to lose to those old-fashioned bastards? I'm going to destroy all your hands! Give me everything!"


Then someone raised his hand and got up from his seat.

"What?""I was eliminated because I lost to the Five Tides."

"Sit down, if you don't want to die."


The rebellion was quickly suppressed.

"But…… I think we did a pretty good job, too."

"What do you mean good?"

"But the servants packed their bags and we're...…."

"Oh, yeah, that's true."

Chung-Myung's expression, which seemed to be distorted like a chest devil forever, immediately melted away.

"Did you see those bastards go down with their lumps? It was a sight that I'll never forget!"

"Shoulders drooping!"

"He didn't even look back!"

"There you go, there you go! I didn't look back!"

The death penalty did not miss the opportunity and responded eagerly. This is because I know from experience that I need to let myself feel better to get hit at least once.

Baek Cheon, who was looking at the atmosphere, also responded.

"It's a perfect portrait house."

"Yes, I almost got a portrait of my wife's hat."


And I regretted it right away. I should've stayed still.

Only the fire that was about to go away was spattered again.

"You're embarrassed to be ambassador, and you're not even in 32 people? Everyone's fine, but you're eating half of your hand? I'm so pissed off, I'm! Ouch!"

When Chung-Myung tried to jump at Baek Cheon screaming, Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol rushed to his limbs.

"Hang in there, Chung-Myung! It's private lodging! Private lodging!

"You're injured! Get well and lose!"

Baek Cheon, who was robbed of his soul in an instant, faltered with a white face, and Baek Sang, who was next to him, held his shoulder and smiled.

"Death penalty, I understand that feeling."

"…Don't understand, you son of a b*tc*."

Baek Cheon just wanted to cry alone.

Chung-Myung growled and glared at his disciples.

Not like this!'

In fact, except for the Baek Cheon group, the rest of the students did not have much time to train with Chung-Myung. Even the talent you have isn't very high. It would be great to have brought such people here.

For example, don't the other Munpa understand Hwasan's propaganda at all?

If the students who were eliminated this time continue to grow like this, they will be able to hit those who have lost with their toes.

But Chung-Myung could never be satisfied here.

"I'm so angry.'

What would the death penalty in the line say?

Giggling. You don't seem to have the talent to teach either.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I'll just let that old man go!"

Yoon-jong hurriedly grabbed Chung-Myung, who turned over his eyes as if he was calming down for a moment. Yoo-Esul and Jo-Gol also did their best to subdue him.

"Please go crazy, Chung-Myung!"

"Get a hold of yourself. Mind your own business!

Chung-Myung clenched his teeth and looked at the three who overpowered him.

Coincidentally, the four in the 32 had become one.

"There is no defeat for Hwasan now!"


"If all four of us don't make it here, we're all crawling all the way to Hwasan! Okay? Especially if you lose to Goofa, I'm going to roll you to Hwasan, so try losing! Let's see!

Baek Cheon, who was looking at Chung-Myung, who began to ferment, asked Baek Sang, who was squatting next to him.

"Who's next to him?"

"……Namung Dowi from Namgung Sega."

"……it's gone."

"I guess so?"

Baek Cheon closed his eyes and sincerely prayed for Namgang Dowi's repose.

Of course, it's a blessing of his own.