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

At the peak of the sword light's dance, a thrust was directed at Zhao Rong!


With just this move, Ding Jian aimed to win!


with a whoosh of a sword being drawn, arriving before its sound, amidst Ding Jian's dazzling burst of light, the youth seemed to have pierced through all the illusions, stabbing directly at the tip of Ding Jian's lightning sword!


Inner Strength clashed along the sword!


The three-foot Autumn Water slid down the body of the lightning sword, forcing Ding Jian's longsword askew to his guard.


Just a flicker of the sword light, and the chilly tip of the sword already hovered in front of his throat.


One more inch, and it could have taken his life.


Zhao Rong sheathed his sword and quietly looked at him.


Ding Jian was covered in cold sweat, stared in a daze for a moment, with no trace of anger left on his face.


He hastily held his sword and bowed deeply, "Thank you, young hero, for sparing my life."


Chapter 161: Mei Manor at West Lake (8.484k)_4