A piece of perilla leaf

As a member of the Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong's desire to straighten out the workplace grew ever stronger.
As the saying goes, the martial world is slippery, and people's hearts are complicated.
When it comes to art, our Hengshan Sect is crowded with big shots, the sound of Xiaoxiang's night rain, the study of Guangling San, making quite the noise.
But when it comes to combat strength, who can boast about their DPS(damage per second)?
Even Shangguan Yun, who could be laid out in a second by the demonic sect’s elders, had something to say, "I've been part of a raid against a world Boss, what achievements do you from Mount Heng have?"
"Mr. Yue's sister store from next door is behind in management mode, it needs to align with Alliance Hierarch's five-year plan."
"The direction must be clear."
"We need to focus on combat strength, we need to develop the guild!"
……

Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

In the inn, a Jianghu person slammed his cup down on the table with a "crack" and exclaimed, "The Divine Sword of Yancheng—despite his young age, he has already surpassed the Twin Swords of Diancang, and defeated Shang Sufeng in a sword fight. Even our seniors are no match for him!"


"I prefer to call him the Illusionary Sword of Tianshan," another man, with a donkey face clutching an abacus, chimed in, "I saw it with my own eyes that day. The young man's swordsmanship was enchantingly unmatched."


A Jianghu person, with a plaster on his face and dressed like a traveling doctor, speculated, "It seems true then, that he fought against the eight great experts of the Demon Cult in Hengyang."


The more the out-of-town travelers heard, the more astonished they became, fixing their eyes intently on the young man riding the yellow steed.


Chapter 111: How Can One Not Hear the Reed Pipe and Flute Playing (8.281k)_5