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

Spectators around exclaimed in surprise.  


Zhao Shu kicked downward, landing a foot on the table!  


With a loud bang, the tabletop flipped up, scattering the wine and dishes!  


As soon as the two engaged in combat, people around didn't rush in but stepped back a few steps to clear the space, letting them have their way.  


Zou Songqing frowned and looked at his master.  


Shang Sufeng's gaze was fixed on the burly man and Zhao Shu, with occasional glances at the elder in the straw coat.  


He was ready to make a move at any time, yet he was watching Zhao Shu make hers, also captivated by the burly man's peculiar martial arts.  


The rosewood surface of the table exploded in mid-air, and as the big man's fist came out, a huge hole burst in the wood.  


Just as his fist passed through the table, it underwent a bizarre transformation.  


Though a robust man, he somehow made the arm he thrust out as flexible as a venomous snake, boneless!  


Ban Eight: Diancang's Eagle (8)_2