Xiong Ba's words became more gentle, his eyes full of affection, and he looked straight to the east.

"Old bastard, you want to eat young grass!"

Dongfang cursed secretly, but still had a smile on his face. He curiously looked at the alms bowl in his hand and subconsciously asked: "I've been with you, haven't I?"

Hearing this, Xiong Ba stretched out his hands, grabbed Dongfang's shoulders, and said, "I mean... Dongfang, are you willing to marry me? When I step onto the Supreme Level, you will be the most noble woman in the world!"

"Marry you?"

Dongfang looked stunned for a moment, then his face turned red with embarrassment, he broke away Xiongba's hands and said in a very low tone: "You...why are you like this?"

"I...I...it's too sudden, I don't know!"

Listening to Dongfang's tiny voice and looking at that blushing face, Xiong Ba's heart surged with fire, and he felt the urge to hold the girl in front of him tightly in his arms.

However, before Xiong Ba could make a move, Dongfang suddenly raised his head, looked at Xiong Ba with a shy face, and whispered: "Which... I have sworn that you want to marry me, unless you can beat me!"

"If you can beat me, I will agree! I can give you two more chances to take action."

After saying that, Dongfang seemed to be very shy, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the small courtyard.

Looking at Dongfang's fleeing figure, Xiong Ba's heart became increasingly hot, and even he didn't know what was going on.

I just feel that the charm of Dongfang has greatly increased, which makes people feel itchy and unbearable.

But upon hearing Dongfang's vow, Xiongba's heart sank slightly.

The attack on the lower reaches of the Minjiang River was particularly fresh in his memory.

The girl in front of him seemed weak and could fall down with just one push, but with such force, he was seriously injured with just one palm.

Even now that the three elements are unified, he is still not sure he can beat the girl in front of him.

If he was sure, he wouldn't have to work hard to secure Dongfang bit by bit.

"Three chances to take action!"

Xiong Ba clenched his fist and wanted to take action now, but he knew that in a few days it would be the March period and Dugu Sword Master would come to the Tianxia Conference to challenge.

He must remain in peak condition to face Dugu Sword Master.

This Dugu Swordsman, who has been famous for longer than the martial arts legend, cannot be underestimated.

Thinking of this, Xiong Ba temporarily put off the opportunity to test Dongfang's strength.

"Young man... no matter how slick you are, you still want to drink my foot-washing water!"

Dongfang sat on the roof, watching Xiong Ba's leaving figure with a smile on his face.

He has already observed Xiongba's strength during this period.

Even if there is some hiding, it's not much.

"It's barely at the Void Core level. Although it won't kill you instantly in front of me, it still can't stop me from hitting it with all my strength!"

"How does it feel when you see the person you have tried so hard to get stand in front of you and you can't catch it?"

On this day, Dongfang sat leisurely in the courtyard.

Suddenly I felt some momentum rising from the foot of the mountain.

"Xiong Ba! You sent people to disrupt Leifeng Pagoda, which caused the fire to break out and the land hundreds of miles south of the Yangtze River to fall. The people suffered heavy casualties and sins. Today I am here to eliminate the evil!"

As the voice resounded throughout the Tianxia Club, Xiongba's figure walked out of the first floor of the world.

There was no need for Xiongba to open his mouth. Groups of Tianxiahui disciples gathered on the school grounds with weapons in hand.

From the bottom of the mountain, four bald monks came up.

Each one possesses extremely powerful force. Wherever they pass, all the disciples are severely injured and fall to the ground.

Not that anyone died.

Obviously these four monks are truly compassionate.

"Who are you? I didn't know there were masters like you in the world!"

Xiong Ba stood in front of the No. 1 building in the world.

In front of you is a long dragon-like staircase that leads directly to the bottom of the mountain.

"The poor monk and the others are nameless and they only come here to slay demons!"

"Xiong Ba, you stole the sacred stone from the Leifeng Pagoda and caused the destruction of all living beings. You are guilty of a serious crime and should be punished!"

The four great monks walked straight up the stairs, and no one could stop them wherever they passed.

Like an angry Buddha, he wants to eliminate demons in the human world.

The ground fire spewed out, hundreds of miles south of the Yangtze River fell, and too many people were killed or injured.

Such a crime cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth.

"Sacred Stone?"

Xiongba remained silent. He only remembered that the information described the bottom of Leifeng Tower as being like hell.

All kinds of agencies are densely packed and extremely cruel.

The masters of the Tianxiahui who went down suffered heavy casualties and stained the cave with blood, and finally found the alms bowl.

At that time, he didn't think much of it, and he would do whatever it took to get the East.

Unexpectedly, as described in the information reported a month later, there was a sudden thunderous roar and hellfire erupting from the Leifeng Pagoda in the south of the Yangtze River.

Thick black smoke and the smell of sulfur spread throughout a hundred miles radius.

The West Lake dried up and the land fell. Countless people within a hundred miles were displaced and suffered heavy casualties.

Only later did he think of the connection with the alms bowl that Dongfang wanted.

Unfortunately, no trace of the alms bowl can be found.

"The sacred stone? The legendary sacred stone used by Nuwa to mend the sky?"

Xiongba subconsciously thought of the White Snake script written by Dongfang.

That story in the storybook is probably true, so the legend about Nuwa Empress using the divine stone to mend the sky is also very likely to be true.

At this moment, Xiongba felt like he was being plotted against.

The divine stone is not in his hands, but he has shouldered a huge scapegoat for others, a scapegoat that cannot be washed away.

Once this matter spreads, he will become a demon in the world that everyone wants to get rid of quickly.

Maybe... it has already spread today.

"East!"

Xiongba whispered, his expression could not tell the difference between sadness and joy, only a trace of desolation.

"I spent countless efforts, manpower, financial resources, and all my scheming, just to get your people, and this is the only thing I got back?"

"You are only one step away from the supreme position in the martial arts world... yet you are called a devil!"

At this moment, Xiongba's heart was filled with strong unwillingness.

Even if you kill tens of thousands of people, you can't cleanse that feeling of grievance.

On the top of the tallest building in the world, Dongfang stood on it, looking down at everything below.

Wearing a long blue dress, it dances with the wind, like a fairy about to ascend.

"Monk? Are you all a strong man who has only half a foot in the Void Pill Realm? Shaolin Temple, one of the Twelve Frightened Ones? Sure enough, he has a rich background!"

Dongfang whispered, glanced at Xiongba, and flew down.

At this time, Xiongba should have reacted and realized that he was being plotted.

And he was being calculated to death.

I have been scheming against others all day long, and I have no disadvantages. I don’t know how I feel at this moment.

Sudden.

Right now.

A vast sword intent rose from the foot of the mountain.

Even the four monks suddenly turned around and looked down the mountain.

I saw an old man with gray hair and trembling when he walked, walking up the stairs with difficulty.

With every step he takes, the sword intent around him becomes stronger.

Even though the steps are difficult, at this moment, there is still an edge of going forward and never looking back, which is frightening.

It seemed as if he could be killed by that sharp edge at any time.

"Dugu Sword Master!"

The four monks looked shocked, clasped their hands and bowed their heads slightly.

This name, decades ago, once became the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world.
To be continued...