Chapter - 495 Episode 495. We've already come too far. (5)



Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!



The earth shook violently as if it were an earthquake.



The magnificent gold mine shone in the white world.



In time.



Whoo! Whoosh!



With the sound of thousands of bees flying at the same time, gold mines burst out like water from a valley that burst a bank.



"Argh!"



"Argh!"



Those who were swept away by the enormous power were thrown away with a desperate scream. It looked like a ball kicked.



"……a dog-fagainst a dog.



Jo-Gol muttered at the sight.



"No!"



Then, he screamed with an angry face.



"Someone has to use a knife 77 times to spread a herbivore! Someone blows out six at a time! Wow, d*mn it. If I knew this would happen, I'd go to Shaolin! Why did you come to Hwasan...….”



"No, but this lunatic?!"



Yoon-Jong opened his sword and kicked Jo-Gol with all his might.



"Yay!"



Jo-Gol, who was beaten in the ribs, rolled over the floor. Then Yoon-jong said, "I can't get rid of my anger."



"See you after the fight. This punk does it. Are you going to destroy the knight now?"



"Ki, you didn't destroy a knight, you know, the death penalty...…!”



"Shut up!"



"Yep."



Young to live in Yoon-Jong's eyes, Jo-Gol quickly closed his mouth. I think even Chung-Myung can't stop Yoon-Jong.



'But it's a little unfair.’



The efficiency is different. The efficiency.



I realized why Shaolin's martial arts are called the world's best. Of course, it's a person who writes, so there's a better and better side to it, but...….



"Anyway, that monk is not a joke either way.



It's because the way Chung-Myung bullied and teared up is stuck in my head. Come to think of it, wasn't that Shaolin's chief of staff who loved Shaolin?



If I hadn't met Chung-Myung, I would have run a solid course in Shaolin by now.



You're such a b*tc*..



"Well, Amitabha Buddha! Go to hell, Shizu!



……That's what it is.



Every time Hye Yeon flew a book, the bingards flew like straw that was kicked by the back of the horse.



No matter how different the kinds of martial arts are and how different the fields are, at this point, I couldn't help but at this point, I couldn't help but feel unfair.



"This guy!"



"Oops!"



Suddenly, the sword flew right in front of him, and frightened Jo-Gol hurriedly rolled over.



"No, but is that crazy guy really?"



There was blood in Yun-jong's eyes at the sight. I can't believe you can't concentrate in a fight, what a fool you are.



Feeling Yoon-jong's gaze stuck in his back, Jo-Gol broke into a cold sweat. And quickly began to unilaterally drive the BINGS. Black was twice as fast as before, and it ran twice as fast.



And he sweated twice as much.



Fortunately for such Jo-Gol, Yoon-Jong didn't keep an eye on Jo-Gol the whole time. This is because Hye Yeon literally started running wild.



"Ta-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a



Whoosh!



"Amitabul!"



Whoosh!



Every time Hye Yeon reached out, a golden gold mine sparkled. The soldiers of the ice sword team flew helplessly like autumn leaves.



"……It's really a little too much."



Who would call that a student of Shaolin?



When it comes to Shaolin, benevolent power is fundamental. However, in Hye Yeon's M.O., mercy was not found at all, and the volume was full of apostles.



Seeing Hye Yeon, a relatively slightly smaller figure, traversed the battlefield with fearsome power, it looked more like a master of the Sapa than a Shaolin monk.



"……This is all Hwasan's karma and sin."To be exact, it's Chung-Myung's sin.



"……Amitabul."



Yoon-jong, who was sadly dissatisfied, shook his head and moved to clean up the completely demotivated ice sword table.



Bang-pyo's eyes looked around constantly. His complexion was turning pale.



Anyone with eyes had no choice but to know that the war had fallen.



How did you get to this point?’



It is natural for prisoners who have found their history to rush their guards. They are the henchmen of the former palace in the first place. If they could only use their history, they would not be able to deal with ordinary warriors of the bingo.



But that bingo board is a different horse.



"Well, that's....”



Hye Yeon was now sweeping away the ice-splitting light from her eyes, exploding the ore.



"Dae, what the hell are they...….”



The ticket is far from the front of me. How can an ice sword stand be beaten so unilaterally?



The Bingo was one of the main forces of the Bingo. Of course, it is not enough to be called the highest armed unit representing the Bingguo. However, even so, there was never enough to add the word elite.



Such an ice sword stand is being pushed unilaterally by those youngsters.



How am I supposed to take this reality?



'Ta, we have to escape.’



The head of the ticket began to spin fast.



The battlefield's victory and defeat has already been decided. At this rate, no one could escape and all would be overpowered.



Someone has to get out of here and let the Bingo know about it.



The fact that the prisoners escaped, and that the guests put their swords into the bingos.



It was at the time when the station quickly searched the escape route.



"The rat is rolling his eyes again.”



“…….”



Yosa Hon, who had just taken care of the guard who was blocking his way, slowly approached the station. With white hype on both hands.



When he saw the original poison in his eyes, he felt his heart drop.



"여, Yosa Hon."



"You put my name in your mouth. The world has changed a lot compared to the time when the elder and the elder were showing respect. Isn't that right, Bang-pyo?"



The ticket faltered back without realizing it.



"Hey, you think you're gonna be okay like this? The Prince……."



"If you were afraid of Solchon Sang, you wouldn't even start."



Yosa Hon's eyes radiated a shinny glow.



He who tries to talk by looking at his eyes is either stupid or thoughtless. Unfortunately, Bang-pyo didn't think he was of that kind.



He held out his hand threatening Yosa Hon and pulled one foot back.



"Women's Elder……. I'm definitely no match for you in the past."



"You know it well."



"……but you're not in a normal state either. No matter how much you've recovered, you won't be able to easily get rid of years of table tennis."



Yosa Hon has a slight frown.



Bang-pyo was not so wrong. He only recovered his history, but he failed to repair his body, and did not regain half of his past military prowess. It was the same for other prisoners here.



"With such a body!"



Bang-pyo released tension toward the front.



Tension loaded with cold notes flew straight towards Yosa Hon.



"LOL!"



Yosa Hon, who struck straight at the flying tension, tried to jump at Bangpyo. But at that moment, the ticket was already flying far away."Oh, my God!"



Yosa Hon squinted her face and chased after the ticket. If we miss him like this, we'll soon have a tracking team...….



"Huh?"



But at that very moment.



Whoosh!



With the sound of shaking the earth's axis, the flying embankment fell to the ground.



Rubbing. Rubbing.



Yosa Hon stood tall and blinked her eyes blankly. Before my eyes, there was a huge semicircular pit.



"I……."



What made him even more absurd was not the pit, but the scene that unfolded in it.



Chung-Myung was scratching his head on top of the cramping body of Bang-pyo, whose body was strangely bent.



"Uh…… Did I step too hard?"



“…….”



Bang-pyo was cramping with a bubble in his mouth.



Yosa Hon's mouth is wide open.



"Chung-Myung, we've got it all together."



Chung-Myung turned his head in Baek Cheon's words. It was full of ice swords and guards who had been brought over.



Half of them were unconscious, but the remaining half are still awake. Their faces were filled with indisputable embarrassment and frustration.



"Tsk."



Chung-Myung saw it and briefly kicked his tongue.



The prisoners standing behind him were still agitated, wondering if their resentment had been resolved. Every time they were up and down, the guards shrank and shriveled.



Eventually, Yosa Hon stepped up and calmed the prisoners down.



"Everyone stay calm. Although they are guilty of many crimes, don't you all know that the real culprit is Solchon Sang, not them?"



"Of course I know, Elder. But……."



"Why don't I know how you feel? But if we touch them more, we'll be the same human beings as Solchon Sang."



Perhaps Yosa Hon's words worked, the prisoners soon let out a heavy sigh and let go of their lives one by one.



Chung-Myung, who was watching this scene, shone his eyes.



'There's still a lot of people.’



It was unclear whether he was originally such a person or because of his affection for many years in that barren valley. But anyway the prisoners here were completely following Yosa Hon's words.



"First."



Yosa Hon bowed deeply to the Chung-Myung party.



"I am indebted that I cannot repay with my life."



Baek Cheon immediately captured his greeting.



"As a student of Hwasan, I just did what I had to do. Don't worry."



"Oops."



Indeed, it was words and actions that had no way of explaining other than the words "consultative governor."



Just as Yosa Hon was about to answer with emotion.



"Oh, get out of the way!"



Chung-Myung grabbed Baek Cheon and threw him back.



"Argh!"



Chung-Myung, who glanced at him rolling in the snow, frowned.



"What are you pretending to be done with? It's just the beginning. Anyway, even if he dies soon, his bravado."



"Argh! You son of a b*tc*!"



Baek Cheon turned his eyes and rushed back, but Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol grabbed each other's arms as if they were right.



"Let's calm down, Sasook."



"There's nothing wrong with that."



"What, dude?"



Jo-Gol quickly dodged Baek Cheon's eye.



Chung-Myung talked to Yosa Hon without paying any attention to the background.



"How are you feeling?"



"I need a few days of qualification. Of course, that's not going to get all the original skills back, but...….”



It's a big problem that a warrior hasn't been able to train for years. It would have taken a long time just to restore its original innocence."Well, that can't be helped."



But Chung-Myung shrugged lightly.



"You know what to do, don't you?"



"Of course."



Yosa Hon nodded.



"Well, how did you know that there were supporters of the former palace in the North Sea?"



"Hanyi Myung once said, They dug holes all over the place. It can't be easy to hide with a child in this barren place. I thought there must be someone helping."



Yosa Hon looked at Chung-Myung with a look of admiration.



It is easy to see as a dull person because of his frivolous behavior and tone, but this Chung-Myung-doctor had a sharper side than I imagined.



Of course there was still anxiety when I realized it.



Can I leave this man to the fate of the North Sea?’



But there was no other way now. As Chung-Myung said, there will be a terrible bloodstorm in the North Sea soon.



As a North Seaer, as an unmanned North Sea Ice Palace, it must be prevented.



Yosa Hon opened her mouth with a grim face.



"Well, first of all...….”



"Oh, wait a minute."



Then Chung-Myung raised his hand and stopped him.



Then he turned his head slightly and looked at the suppressed warriors of the bingo.



"There's nothing good about having a lot of ears. Let's clean up the kids first."



"What are you thinking?”



"Well."



Chung-Myung is a little concerned. Mumbled with arms folded.



"If you don't want to hold grudges, you just have to...….”



"Gasp."



"Do, stamp!"



The prisoners who had been so persecuted by the guards were astonished. Chung-Myung is smacking his lips.



"Well, that would be great, but I'm a master of fame and I can't kill so easily."



"Whoops."



Yosa Hon let out a sigh of relief without realizing it.



Anyway, I like all of these masters, but they're too playful.….



"Throw it."



"What?"



Chung-Myung chanted toward the cliff.



"Soso! Feed the mountain!"



"Yes, death penalty!"



Then he smirked.



"You can feed it properly and throw it down the valley. You'll be lucky enough to come out alive if someone finds you, and if you're unlucky...I can't help it."



“…….”



"Oh, remove the rope in advance. It's annoying to climb up."



“…….”



"What are you doing? Throw it. I'm busy."



Yosa Hon smiled with a stunned look at Chung-Myung speaking nonchalantly.



'That's more than a demon.’



At least they let me go down the line.



It was Yosa Hon, who is determined not to offend this Chung-Myung.