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

But facing this junior, the elder's heart softened in the end, allowing Feng Buping to complete all one hundred and eight strikes of the Whirlwind Fast Sword until his moves began to repeat themselves.


On Jade Maiden Peak, a violent wind howled, and Mister Feng's sword pierced the eye of the storm, the tip hovering at Feng Buping's throat!


He glanced at Feng Qingyang, no longer lifted his sword, and instead sought death by lunging towards the tip of Feng Qingyang's sword.


Mister Feng quickly withdrew his sword and kicked Feng Buping, sending him flying.


Feng Qingyang sighed deeply, "Little Feng, why bother?"


Feng Buping knelt on the ground, kowtowed heavily to Feng Qingyang, and then buried his head in the ground, unwilling to lift it again.


His emotions at that moment were indescribable.


Chapter 180: Discussing Swords Under the Heavens! (8.244k!)_4