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Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

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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Chapter 137: Sunrise in Dongfang! (8.048k)

Yan Feng's cold wind pierced the ears, and the white snow fell to the ground and solidified. Frost flew from the trees and ice formed naturally in the ripples of the water.

The chilling wind howled, and the snowflakes fluttered, casting the mountains and fields in a silvery hue.

Branches donned silver attire, and every tree wrapped in a white coat.

The land of Central Plains was wrapped in silver, with the Yellow River flowing across this snowy canvas, roaring vehemently like an ancient ballad resonating through the soul.

The so-called north bank of the Yellow River, where the fragrant locust trees extend through Yanjin.

Draconic claws and purple tassels, five-leaved yellow flowers; the great locust trees took root in the sandy soil, swaying with the wind and snow.

On the Zhengzhou Main Road, cold-resistant waterbirds flapped over the tributaries of the Jinshui River.

They eyed the water surface, where a faint hue of blood red was reflected in their eyes.