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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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309 Chs

Chapter 84: Ice Fog

Fortunately, the nickname wasn't too embarrassing,

even Bao Datong was called 'Iron Fist Invincible', the people of Jianghu just mentioned it casually in a flattering way, no need to take it too seriously.

As long as "Illusionary Sword," "Divine Sword," wasn't harsh to the ear, it was fine.

After Lu Gui descended the mountain, Zhao Rong was on the peak pondering the matter of Anren Wharf.

The pirates of Sha Corner Island had been mostly eradicated and could no longer stir up trouble; if it was about the martial artists who attacked at night...

The remnants of the Songshan Sect, the Demon Cult.

These two were the most likely.

Another seven or eight days passed, and Zhao Rong had a unique feeling in his practice of the Illusionary Sword technique.

If he were to fight someone on the summit of Tianzhu Peak, the power of the Illusionary Sword would be greater, this place with rising fogs and mixed mists was exactly in line with the essence of the swordsmanship.

"What a pity..."