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41. Yongjooju (1) Goose bumps.
Then Mouyoue felt something like an inevitable 'destiny'.
Maybe Snow had foreseen his work from the beginning and called himself.
I am going to go to the hill of self destruction anyway.
Snow … … She was named as the strongest saint in the past, but she was not a very big person in her position.
I just had a question about birth. She was not a human being, nor was it any other kind of heterosexual group, and because angels were no more, people called her a "veil."
'Why did you call me?'
I was reluctant.
If she had read everything, she would have been called a great celebrity.
The details that can not be compared with the gods received by someone.
But I was curious and worried about the fundamental reason.
What if you read the fact that you returned to the past?
'Dangerous.'
Yes. Perhaps the dangerous character for snowmobiling is snow than anyone else.
Murayou became stronger. It was getting stronger. Faster than anyone else.
It was possible based on past memories or by making use of experience.
If Snow turns to the enemy, it will be possible to find out what Moyong will do in the future.
If Moyong is looking for Wong Chenglin now and knows the "result", the difficulty will be much lower.
The worst was kept in mind.
Snow certainly helped Murayou, but it was too sweet to interpret that help as favorable.
Yes, sweet.
Moyoung is not foolish enough to eat the sweet food.
Everything has a reason.
It is correct if Snow believes that there is hope for Mouyoung.
And I had to think about the case when it was not done.
I put a sword in my heart. You will never get stuck with this sword until you have fully understood Snow's intentions.
"But, it will be easier to move into First Night. I do not doubt your ability, but there … … I have too much snow. "
"I think so."
Moyong responded briefly.
Then relief penetrated the eyes of Cerapina.
I came to a decision to cut off my eyes, but Moyong blocked it.
Although the process was somewhat expensive, he did not say it.
'Hope loves us.'
However, the expression is only radical.
"What is the content of the next exam?"
Mouyoung's eyes penetrated the cerapina.
Pendragon.
He may have been the first night of Cerapina.
But now Muoyong needed the place.
If he had accomplished something important in the past because of this position, at least he did not do so to the best of his knowledge.
Above all, the title of disciples of Hansung, the sovereign monarch, is more powerful.
So, Moo Young was going to do his best to detain the place.
Like a lion, who takes all the hardships to catch rabbits.
Listening to challenges in advance is a foul, but what does it matter?
If I was winning anyway, I would save a little time.
"I see the technology. First Knight must be able to deal with all weapons. "
Cerapina explained without hesitation.
It was not so difficult.
Although Mouyoung uses basic sword, I have dealt with all of the men and women of the military.
'I remember I fought with a scoop.'
Now past the past. I remembered that I was in a disguise while I was in the kitchen.
I smiled a little.
The fact that I can remember the past and smile is that I can afford it.
'I am walking a different path.'
I do not know what 's at the end of this road.
At least I will not live a life like the past.
I heard the bow.
I quickly set the target. A total of 20 targets run around in the air.
Those who win 20 quick matches will win.
Tung. Tung. Moyong pulled the bow lightly and confirmed the elasticity.
'It's a good bow.'
New sister day. It was called one with a sword, but it was called a giant ear paper. Eventually, all weapons have similar uses. If you want to deal with it, there was no reason why you could not handle a sword or a bow.
"Gael, Pendragon. then… … Please start. "
Gael is a pseudonym of Muoyong. Gabriel was abbreviated and roughly surrounded by Gael.
When the saint sighed, Pendragon pulled the bowstring first.
Too Woong!
puck!
The center of the target was precisely aligned.
As the target collapsed, Pendragon shrugged.
This seems to be nothing. Then he gave his eyes to Muoyoung.
For him, his biggest rivals were uncooled.
However, Muoyong was only doing his own work silently.
Mouyou put two arrows at the protest.
'I can not go beyond the arm band that specializes in bow … … . '
There are many organizations in the forest.
They are divided into specialist areas and are trained intensively on related weapons.
It was a group of fountains that shoot bow.
They basically hang three arrows at the same time. Never miss a target.
There were two limitations in Mouyoung. The accuracy is reduced from three.
Shu!
Perfuck!
Two arrows flew over the target annually.
What happened at the moment. The expression of the Pendragon that I saw was hardened.
'Who is it? How could such a man be a seed? "
Originally, I thought it was not difficult to become a first night.
Even if the name of the dragon monarch was removed, the Pendragon was certainly strong.
The purity of the divine power, of course, did not spare any effort to be strong. I was able to come to this place through the bony shrill.
But a strange bum suddenly popped out.
I cover my body with a helmet and armor, but I did not see it because I was older.
At most your age, or a little more.
And even if you do not notice the pendragan at this point, you have no choice but to find out.
The fact that Serapina loves Murayou.
'I can not.'
The fire in the eyes of the pendragon skyrocketed.
I was only a child at one time, but I fell in love with Serapina.
When I was tired, I remembered her and spurred on the training.
It was only to be her first.
But … … .
Breakthrough!
I do not know anyone else, but I could not get enough for Muoyoung.
A half-game.
It is about eighteen weapons and their martial arts.
In general, the kinds of weapons do not escape these eighteen.
There were 18 kinds of tests.
And Mouyoung has been handling more than 10 kinds of weapons and has never been one.
I pushed the pendragon naturally like an old master.
It takes 10 years to handle a weapon properly.
Nobody can handle all eighteen like me.
This was a universal idea that most people would like.
"It's strong."
The monarch, Hansung.
He watched Woo Young shortly after yesterday.
strong. Enough to be in the rank of strong.
But somehow I had no idea.
It was not all that seemed to be.
However, I thought that it was impossible to draw out the heart of Wooyoung as a pend dragon.
'Was there anyone like that?'
Hansung stepped in shortly after the human race began to be summoned to the mystery.
The war with the devils, the destruction of the monsters and the building of the city did not happen.
I have never seen anyone like Moo Young.
Hansung, who thinks that he is wearing a lot of strong players, does not know anybody.
"Seraphina, where did you get the author?"
"I was lucky."
Cerapina has spoken words.
In the meantime, Moyoung ran out of the winning streak.
The expression of the pend dragon was gradually coming closer to the earth light beyond the red one.
The overwhelming skill car. The pendragon was still not able to accept it because it was still young.
"It is like a man who fell from the sky."
"Maybe it is."
"Maybe? Enough, cerafina. A woman with many secrets is not loved. "
"Fine. I'm just a faithful piece of paper. "
A faithful servant belonged to giving rather than receiving something.
Serapina's eyes reached Muoyou.
Seventeen times. It was a confrontation between spear and spear.
Using only a window, the ten thousand people of Dalian and Dalian!
"Window."
Mouyoung looked at the window.
And as if he had caught a sense of moderation, he jumped into the masters.
They digged like a lightning streak and broke off their attacks one by one as they shed their attacks.
Although he did not die, he fell at the window of Muoyong.
Muoyoung never had a simple way.
"Great. It would not be easy to treat all the weapons like that. "
Hansung admired.
I did not use any skills.
It is even more surprising that she showed me alone with pure innocence.
Eventually, the seventeenth, the pendragon match, was also lost.
The last is … … sword. It was a confrontation between blacks.
Muoyoung and Pendragon confronted each other.
"It will not be as easy as a sword."
I lost it.
You lose by dealing with seventeen weapons, but winning a sword does not make you a winner.
But the Pendragon was not easy to accept.
"Still young, young."
Hansung, the monarch, saw his figure and shook his head.
Pendragon was bloody like a young man. I knew I would run. But it was slow to accept. Most of them were forced to do that.
Before long, Dalian started.
Mouyou closed his eyes and lifted his sword.
Pendragon ran like crazy?
Soon, when Pendragon reached close, Mouyou opened his eyes.
And I sworded to one point only.
Quiz!
The sword and the sword hit.
Within a few minutes, the crack of the pendragon sword began to appear.
Baths … … .
When the crack became worse, it became powder and slipped on the floor.
Only one sum.?
No horsepower, no sacred power, no skill, but it was too vain ending.
I do not even need to mix the sword. Mouyoung turned unconscious.
"This is a fraud! I can not do this! "
Pendragon shouted in support of evil.
I was glad.
The first wall I saw except Hansung. It was the wall that kept the dream stopping.
How could it be?
Hansung looked at the situation.
"You're not right."
The pen dragon is strong.
But the opponent was too strong.
Just the difference.
But the last one showed, Hansung was not even look like.
A sword that destroys the sword itself.
"Will not I go to the next sword Dalian target?"
Hansung asked her.
Then she took a stance that she was in trouble.
"Hansung? But the result is already … … "
Hansung nodded his head.
"I know. I'm not trying to reverse the results. My disciples were weak. But the winner looks like it's not going to end like this. "
"Yes?"
The saint wondered, but Hansung spoke to keep the least courtesy.
Hansung approached Moo Young.
Then Mouyoung stopped his step.
"And he continued to cast speculations on me, taking the test. I do not know who I am … … But now I'm interested in you too. "
Hansung's reason for this was simple.
I wanted to take off the mask.
In addition, it was true that Mu Young continued to send speculation to Hansung.
I had been ignoring it now, but it was not now.
Mouyoung looked at Hansung in the helmet.
And slowly he smiled at his mouth.
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