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

He called out several times in a row, but his junior brother lay motionless in the center of the hall, not responding with even a single word.


His face was already so pale that it was frightening, but now, filled with rage, the slight hint of color seemed to give an impression of health.


He glared at the girl in front of him and bent down, intending to check his junior brother's breathing.


Halfway through reaching out, his hand trembled and, staring at that poison-green face, he involuntarily retracted his hand.


As a fellow master of poisons, even in his urgency, he was well aware of the precautions of this art.


Knowing full well his junior brother had been struck by a potent poison, how could he touch him with bare hands?


He might not have the skill, but that didn't mean others couldn't.


The group of more than twenty people dressed in straw raincoats parted ways, and a short, lean old man, close to the age of sixty, quickly walked out from the center.


Ban Eight: Diancang's Eagle (8)