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!"
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Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

Scarlet droplets blurred beneath Zhao Rong's eyes, the "Fuwei Escort Agency" blue flag stained partially crimson. The blood, like pearls, dripped slightly askew by the west wind, shattering against the mugwort-covered rocks within the stone altar.


With a "heh" sound, an escort agency porter vigorously splashed out most of a wooden bucket of water to wash away the bloodstains on the stone altar.


A team of fast horses galloped over the cobblestone road and arrived at the entrance of Fuwei Escort Agency.


"Qian Escort Head, Zheng Escort Head, Zhang Escort Head, you're back!"


A few escort heads quickly emerged from the large red-painted doors to greet them, "The message was only sent out a short while ago, how did you brothers make it back so quickly?"


Chapter 169: The Night Roaming God! (9.170k)