In an inn in Liangzhou City, a man in black sat in the house and played chess with another man in white. Just then, the mysterious man returned. He looked at the two people in front of him respectfully, and arched his hand:

"Your Majesty, the Left Protector."

The man in black heard the voice, stopped the movement of his hand, and he looked up.

"How's it going?"

A faint smile rose at the corner of the mysterious man's mouth, and he said:

"Back to the monarch, Bai An saw the White Tiger Divine Monarch in the mirror, his face turned pale, and he thought that his hatred for the Emperor of Heaven was a little more."

The man in black pursed his lips and said.

"That'll be fine."

The man in white picked up a chess piece between his two fingers and tapped it lightly on the table.

"Your Majesty, what did you do by risking your venture into Heaven to save that Bai An?"

A few days ago, the man in black broke into the prison alone and rescued Bai An, the remnant of the White Tiger Divine Monarch's party.

The man in black heard what he said, put a chess piece on the chessboard, and said with a purple.

"The White Tiger is the God of War in the Heavenly Realm, and the sharpest sword in the hands of the Emperor of Heaven. The sword had always been faithful, but he was forced to flee to the Nether by a traitor. Bai An, as the attendant of the White Tiger, has a heart towards the White Tiger. Saving Bai An is beneficial to us. Our purpose is to make the white tiger a sharp sword in our hands. ”

"But the White Tiger is very loyal to the Heavenly Emperor, will he agree to use it for us?" The man in white said.

The man in black glanced at the man in white and said playfully:

"Do you think that the White Tiger was framed, and the old man of the Emperor of Heaven did not know about it."

"What do you mean?" When the white-clothed Dharma Protector heard what he said, his brows frowned slightly.

"Since ancient times, the white tiger is too strong and is feared by the Emperor of Heaven, so there is this difficulty." The man in black said.

"So we want to use Bai An and make White Tiger a member of our Demon Realm." The man in black looked at the man in white with a complicated expression, as if he was looking at someone.

The two people who are talking about the White Tiger here this time are the Demon Lord Baili Ao and the Left Protector of the Demon Realm, Shen Yan. Baili Ao is a man who loves talents, and when he was still the prince of the Demon Realm, he had heard of the prestige of the White Tiger, the god of war. He originally wanted to draw him under his command, but the white tiger was a stubborn temper, and he refused to enter the demon realm even if he wore out his skin.

But he is stubborn, and so is himself. In order to make the White Tiger willing to use it for his own use, he and the White Tiger fought a small fight in three days and a big fight in seven days, turning the two realms of gods and demons upside down. On that day, he had promised to come to Nantianmen to compete, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't even see a shadow. Later, he learned from others that the white tiger molested the queen of heaven, entered the prison, and then fled to the nether realm. Later, he tried his best to save the attendants beside the white tiger and raise them by his side. It wasn't until a few days ago that the spy he planted next to Qinglong came with the news that Qinglong had found the White Tiger, so there was such a thing.

"After he recovers his mana, Benjun must compete with him." Bai Liao said, clenching his fists.

Yue country, the capital.

Jiang Huan looked at the letter paper in his hand, and his brows furrowed more and more. A letter from Remnant Yang told Jiang Huan everything that happened in Liangzhou. and told him that when Taishou first came to Liangzhou, he held a portrait of Jiang Huan in his hand.

"Taishou holding my portrait." Jiang Huan muttered.

Because of those eyes, he didn't like the painter's portrait of him. So, where did that portrait come from, Jiang Huan became more and more puzzled.