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!"
……

Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

The pale-faced man was still trying to speak, but the short, thin old man suddenly raised his hand, silencing him.


His somewhat hoarse voice sounded again.


The man who resembled a tower of iron from behind stepped forward and handed over a sheepskin scroll. The old man took the sheepskin casually. He glanced at the young girl before turning his attention to the Diancang Elder.


"I wonder which sect's Sect Hierarch or Sect Leader are you?"


Shang Sufeng, who had been silent, calmly said: "I'm just a man who has fallen from grace, not the head of any major sect."


The elder who had intended to unfold the sheepskin paused his movements.


His expression suddenly became much warmer: "It's a waste to let your capabilities lie idle, Senior."


Before the elder could continue, Shang Sufeng understood his intentions.


"I have no interest in the Western Regions Pope."


Ban Eight: Diancang's Eagle (8)_3