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 people of Jianghu in the taverns and tea houses were going mad!


Dongfang Bubai was dead, and the Sword God was the first wonderful truth, as well as the number one in the world!


Ignoring those discussions, Zhao Rong made his way to Yuelai Inn.


The Yin Yang Sword Manual given by the Songshan Sect had already been destroyed by him; the Five Mountains Alliance Leader Banner was now tucked away in his bag, carried by his fellow disciples.


Zhao Rong planned to stay in Dengfeng for a few days to gather information.


Ren was severely injured by Zuo Lengchan, and his condition was unknown.


On his way from Taishi Mountain, he had not received any message.


Atop Jungji Peak, he hadn't expected his cousin to achieve such a feat.


For a moment, an extraordinarily beautiful face flashed through his mind.


The first night after descending from Shengguan Peak was on the sixteenth of April.


Chapter 190: Since Ancient Times, Everything Flows Eastward Like Water_4