Chapter 442

Episode 442. It has nothing to

do with old people .

He was an enemy, not an enemy who was in a relationship with himself, no, the head of a sheep family and that green forest.

It was only later that he found out what Baek Mi-joo had done to him.

It’s not that I can’t understand his vengeance.

If he had been mercilessly beaten like Yeon Jeok-ha, he would have taken revenge.

That’s it.

He is the enemy of Yang’s family because he was caught up in his revenge and fell.

The silver circle revolves like this.

Yang Seon understands him, but burns with a vengeance against him.

It was only natural that the family members of both families had turned into ronin and wandered around the world.

But when I met him up close, my mouth went dry.

The one move he showed reminded me how big the difference between him and himself was.

He is angry, but like the ark of Noksubang, he will fall out with just one hit.

So I just gritted it and tried to stare at it.

My blood was boiling, but I didn’t do the stupid thing of aiming a spear at him.

Yeonjeokha asked.

“Yang Yi-seon? Miss Jade Kirin of Jeongju?”

The Ark of the Blue Room, Chang Cheon Sword Wi Sou looked at Yang Seon and Yeon Jeok Ha with a puzzled face.

Unless you are a provincial master, you cannot know just by hearing the name.

Wei Xiaowu also did not know about Yang Shen.

However, as soon as the name ‘Jeongju’ came out, I figured out Yang Seon’s birth history.

‘Could it be that he was the head of a sheep family?’

Being from Zhengzhou, he treats Chang like a ghost, and if he is Yang, there is no doubt about it.

If Cheongnobang was located in Henan Province, he would have been suspicious of his relationship with Yang’s head from the beginning.

However, it was not possible to know that far only with the name of Yang Seon in Shanseo.

‘If you’re the head of a sheep family, you’ll be able to deal with the Dogwi. But how did Yeongongja get Yang Seon?’

He didn’t know he had been with him for a year, but he recognized him only by name?

Wei Xiaowu’s face stiffened as he thought about the relationship between Yan Zhihe and Yang Shen.

It was belatedly that rumors about ‘three chapters’ came to mind.

‘Damn it! ruined.’

Being from a sheep family is not always good. No, the current case is rather a fatal weakness. Yeon Jeok-ha and Yang’s family cannot coexist.

Dry saliva flowed down the throat of Wei Sou, who was very nervous.

Maybe it wouldn’t end with the dagwan being taken away.

Not to mention Cheongnobang, who

was not a younger brother who even cut off his own bloodline with the grandiose name of ‘Samjangbulib’ .

When he was in the middle of searching for a way to escape his anger, Yang Seon said.

“exactly. I am Yang Seon from the Sheep Farm in Jeongju.”

Yang Yi-seon tried to put the words ‘you ruined’ behind him, but held back.

The face of Go Yoon-wol, who was dying, gradually straightened.

He too belatedly remembered the famous ‘Three Jangs’ incident in Henan Province.

Yang Seon was a burdensome opponent, but it was clear that Noksubang would end up winning in the end.

Contrary to Wei Sou’s ‘concern’ and Go Yun-yue’s ‘expectation’, Yeonjeok-ha no longer showed interest in Yang-seon.

“You know why everyone called me? Noksubang and Cheongnobang said that they would protect each other’s dagwan, so they told me to sign with the stronger side. Does that sound right? If you think no, tell me now. Don’t say anything else after the results come out.”

Then, Go Yoon-wol said proudly.

“I completely agree with Mr. Yeongongsa. Because weak people cannot protect Dagwan.”

A step later, Wisow replied with a dead face.

“Yes, I will also follow Yeon Gongja’s will.”

“great. Then, let’s compete to see which one is stronger. If you don’t give in to the results, I promise you, you will meet me again.”

“I will accept the outcome.”

This time, Wisow, the owner of the ark, responded quickly.

Go Yoon-wol glanced at the ark, which was still awake. It seems that now he is in the mood to make a promise on behalf of the fainting Ark.

“Our Noksubang will do the same.”

After hearing the two people’s answers, Yeon Jeok-ha nodded with a satisfied face.

“great. Then let’s begin.”

After a while, the street in front of Dagwan.

Go Yoon-wol and Yang-seon, the best of the two waves, stood facing each other.

Go Yun-wol had a Bakdo and Yang Seon a short spear in her hand.

Noksubang and Cheongrobang were blocking the street, so people had to watch from a distance.

Yang Seon, who clung to him like a shadow, took a picture of Go Yoon-wol’s shoulder with the tip of his spear.

It is the herbivore of ‘Chwipamansanun’ like before.

However, this time the spearhead was not turned, and the spearhead lodged in Goh Yunwol’s right shoulder.

“Ugh!”

With a short moan, the Bakdo fell from Go Yoon-wol’s hand.

Crank-.

Yang Seon, who took a step back, turned the spear around once and put it next to it and asked.

“Would you like more?”

“....”

Go Yoon-wol did not reply with a katabuta, but only looked at the sheep with strange eyes.

“Answer?”

“joy! The loud voice of someone who will die soon.”

Even after losing the battle, it was Go Yoon-wol who raised a loud voice.

“What nonsense! Are you saying you won’t admit defeat?”

“Defeat? who? I?”

Go Yoon-wol slowly widened the distance.

Angered by the opponent’s shameless attitude, Yang Seon took a step forward.

But what is this?

As if drunk, the sky and the earth rocked once.

Surprised, Yang Seon hurriedly grabbed the spear, raised his upper body, and shouted.

“A thief uses poison. Are you still an unmanned man!”

“joy! dog sound. Who can’t even shout in front of a drummer!”

Yang Seon could not refute Go Yoon-wol’s point.

‘I thought I could only use a sword because it’s called a sword.... It’s my mistake.”

If I had known he was using poison sand, I would have taken him down sooner.

Go Yoon-wol picked up the half-cut sword that fell on the floor and approached Yang-seon.

“Whoops! A juma who will live if he admits defeat. If you don’t admit it, I’ll cut off your limbs one by one. What are you going to do?”

Go Yoon-wol was at his best.

The poison of the poison sand is not great, but it is still possible to detoxify it by taking an antidote.

Therefore, Yang Seon, who could not seek cancellation immediately, was like a rat in a poison.

Yeon Jeokha turned his head to Gongquan.

“Is the poison of poison sand so great? Seeing as I touched it with my bare hands, it doesn’t seem like that.”

“It’s not a great poison, but it’s not a negligible poison either. If you took the antidote before fighting, you should be able to catch it with your bare hands.”

Gong Quishan replied, and Wei Xiaowu interrupted.

“you’re right. If you eat this, you will be detoxified.”

Frustrated, he took out a black pill the size of a pellet from his bosom and showed it.

After Yeonjeokha received the pills, he sniffed and sniffed them.

The peculiar smell of medicinal herbs stung his nostrils.

“Why does the ark carry antinausea?”

“Recently, there are some Madouani Sapa masters who use poison sand in Shanxi. I usually do a little bit of preparation.”

Wisow said ‘Madou’, but quickly changed the expression to ‘Safa master’.

“Ah, because of the famous religion?”

“That’s right. The atmosphere is not good because Sapa masters are flowing in one by one.”

Yeonjeokha, who nodded, suddenly stretched out his hand to the window.

“oh my! Is it because it’s hot? The windows are damp.”

When he opened the window, a gust of wind blew in from somewhere.

People in the streets covered their faces with their hands as the dust piled up.

It was the same with Go Yoon-wol.

Yang Seon, who was barely standing by the window, instinctively turned his head.

No, it’s the wrong moment.

When a streak of career came flying and he was bleeding, his chin dropped.

Then, along with the dust, something went deep into his mouth.

Surprised, when he tried to spit it out, career pushed his forehead hard and escaped under his chin.

My head tilted back, and my throat belt moved by myself, swallowing dry saliva.

“Kak! Cool! Cool!”

Belatedly, Yang Yi-seon coughed dryly, but the foreign substance once passed did not come back.

The wind soon died down.

Yang Yi-seon’s upper body, which had been squirming with his back bent until just now, straightened up.

Suddenly, with a feeling of ‘prick’, refreshing energy rose from the danteon.

It seems that someone gave himself an antidote to the chaos a moment ago.