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

The sky was clear and bright, with a tune in the Dragon Boat Festival's breeze.


The sound of iron horses echoed under the eaves of the Liu mansion, pleasantly crisp and tinkling.


The daylight was grand, but it seemed the sword light was even grander, outshining the sun at its most dazzling, drawing sidelong glances from everyone present.


In that moment, thoughts were in disarray, hearts aflutter.


In the midst of the boisterous noise, Yu Jizi stared blankly at the longsword in his hand.


The Eighteen Turns Sword Skill of Zhao Rong had not pierced his flesh, but had stabbed deep into his heart.


Each discussion of swordsmanship landed like a heavy punch, pounding his already pierced heart into pieces!


Given his temperament, he would typically have retorted loudly, or caused a ruckus.


But at this moment, he couldn't think of a single word to say in retort.


He had practiced this swordsmanship for sixty years. How could he not understand it thoroughly?


Chapter 182: The Shift of Stars! (8,372 words!)