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

Green willows embraced the mountain path, water wove along clay-tiled houses.  


Dr. Ping took strides out from the courtyard, flanking the doorway with Xiang Wentian like a pair of door gods.  


This was his territory, where he and his wife had lived for many years.  


Every blade of grass and tree had been planted by his own hands.  


Now, gazing once more at the surrounding tall trees and streams, the thatched wooden shelter, he suddenly felt a sense of strangeness.  


Dr. Ping's whiskers curled up at the ends, his face filled with curiosity: "Am I seeing things? Did that person just use True Qi to hit acupoints from a distance?"  


Heavenly King mused at the evening clouds in the sky:  


"Dr. Ping has sharp eyes like fiery golden pupils, how could he be mistaken."  


Dr. Ping sneaked a peek behind him, his eyes rolling stealthily, and spoke in a low voice: "There should only be that one person from the south who possesses such skill."  


Chapter 192: Flowers Dotting the Greenery