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

Baihongzi's forehead was beaded with sweat, and he didn't bother to wipe it away as he hastily bowed to Zhao Rong before retreating to the side.


Unwilling to provoke, unwilling to provoke...


He now regretted stepping forward to test his mettle; it was simply asking for discomfort.


In the center of the courtyard, Zhao Rong looked around at everyone.


He couldn't help but glance in the direction of the Songshan Sect.


The protectors averted their gazes; given today's complex and confusing situation, naturally, they were unwilling to enter the fray.


Zuo Lengchan's eyes were clouded with dark thoughts.


Both the Godly Fist elders and Baihongzi had engaged in a contest of inner strength, these three experts each possessing profound inner strength.


Zhao Rong had exchanged blows with them, coming away not only unscathed but without even a hint of breathlessness.


Chapter 182: The Shift of Stars! (8,372 words!)_5