Baihu's face was pale, knowing that he was incapable of arguing this time, and even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he couldn't wash it.

"White Tiger, the evidence is conclusive now, what else do you have to say!" Many Flame Peak disciples held immortal swords and surrounded the White Tiger.

Baihu said coldly: "I didn't do it! if I want to kill him, why do I need to use poison?"

Many disciples mocked: "Who are you and not, you must give us an explanation today, otherwise, even if you find the head of Qingxu, you will not be spared!"

The white tiger said angrily: "What a big breath! Even if I did it, so what? Can you still kill me?"

Many disciples said angrily: "You have finally admitted it! You must give us an explanation today!"

Although many disciples surrounded the white tiger, they did not dare to act rashly.

The scene is awkward!

"Stop!" shouted one of them.

"Elder Houtu Peak!" the many disciples said with joy as they looked at the old man who suddenly appeared.

The Elder of Houtu Peak glanced at the White Tiger, looked at the many Fire Peak disciples and said unhappily, "What are you going to do here?"

The Flame Peak disciple said loudly, "Elder, you are here, you must give us justice!"

Elder Houtufeng nodded, and said: "The real person in charge of the sect is in retreat to heal his wounds, and I, as an elder in the sect, will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly! If the murderer is found, no matter who it is, it will definitely be dealt with strictly, and there will be no mercy!"

The gloomy color on the faces of many disciples dissipated a little.

Elder Houtufeng said again: "Disperse!

Many Flame Peak disciples saluted the Elder of Houtu Peak, glared at the White Tiger coldly, and drove the Immortal Sword away.

Seeing that Elder Houtufeng personally relieved the siege for him, Bai Hu said happily: "Thank you Elder for your help!"

Elder Houtufeng said coldly: "White Tiger, why do you want to harm Tang Yun? Tang Yun just quarreled with you, do you hate him so much?"

The white tiger said angrily: "Elder, you also suspect that I am a murderer?"

Elder Houtufeng said: "I don't know your character well, it's normal to do this kind of thing with your temper and means! After all, I'm only an Elder of Yifeng, and I don't have the right to punish you! After the real person in charge of the sect comes out, I will definitely report this matter to him, so you can do it yourself!"

As soon as the words fell, Elder Houtu Peak drove the fairy sword and left.

The white tiger looked at the figure of the elder in the distance, motionless, and it took a long time for him to scold: "Old thing!"

Two days later, news of his death came out again, which shook Chaokun Sect again.

Zhou Shucheng died, and Agni Peak also lost several disciples at the same time.

It is said that Zhou Shuocheng died of a sudden illness, and his death was inexplicable. Several of the disciples of Agni Peak were murdered. The few people who died were all related to the White Tiger.

Many disciples naturally did not believe that Zhou Shucheng died of illness. Zhou Shucheng didn't have any serious illness at all before, and he was in good health, how could he die three days after publicly calling out the White Tiger? After the disciples of Agni Fire Peak surrounded and suppressed the White Tiger, several people died, it was really weird!

The entire Chaokun Sect believed that all of them had been murdered, and there was only one murderer, the White Tiger.

After hearing the discussion of the entire Chaokun Sect, the white tiger was furious. He didn't kill the person, but no one in the entire Chaokun Sect believed him.

That night, the white tiger stayed awake all night!

Early the next morning, the white tiger drove the fairy sword and left the Chaokun Sect.

In one place in the square, Ye Yunfei and Heixin looked at the departing white tiger lightly and sneered.

"Senior brother, why did the white tiger leave? Did he escape?" said the black heart.

"He's not that stupid! If he escapes at this time, it will be equivalent to admitting that he is a murderer! Li Yu's experience has made Bai Hu deeply understand the fate of being a traitor! Li Yu has the ability to not be afraid of both righteousness and demons, but Bai Hu doesn't have this ability!" Ye Yunfei said with a smile.

"Since he didn't run away, where did he go?" said Blackheart.

"Looking for foreign aid!" Ye Yunfei said with a smile.

"Foreign aid?" said Blackheart.

"If my expectations are good, he should go to the Qing Yi Sect! The Donkey Kong Temple will naturally not interfere in the affairs of my Dao Gate, and the Jade Phoenix Pavilion is also very chaotic now, and Hui Jing Yuanjun will not care about the affairs of my Chaokun Sect!" Ye Yunfei said.

"Just let him go?" said the black heart unwillingly.

Ye Yunfei sneered: "If he goes, it's for nothing, let him be! I'm just going to force him into a desperate situation, into a dead end! Let's go!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Yunfei walked in the direction of the back mountain.

Blackheart hurriedly followed.

As Ye Yunfei expected, the White Tiger went to the Qingyi faction.

At the foot of the Qingyi Sect Dao Mountain, the White Tiger was stopped by several disciples.

"White Tiger, what are you doing here?" shouted many Qingyi Sect disciples.

Baihu was taken aback, and said politely: "I'm here to visit Uncle Meng, please report it!"

Many disciples of the Qingyi Sect were stunned for a moment, looked at each other a few times, and all saw surprise in each other's eyes.

"White Tiger, you don't have to be pretended! I advise you, let's hurry up!" a disciple said coldly.

Baihu said: "I don't know what happened in Guishan? Who are you bringing mulberry for?"

The white tiger sensed that something was wrong, and finally found the white cloth on the arms of many disciples.

"White Tiger, you are asking knowingly, do you really think that my Qingyi faction is easy to bully?" many disciples roared.

The second monk of the White Tiger was puzzled, and said politely: "Is it so?"

One of the disciples nodded heavily.

The white tiger was shocked, and said later: "Then I don't know if Senior Brother Xuanwu is here?"

A disciple said lightly: "Senior Brother Xuanwu has always been there, in the spiritual hall of the master! He has been guarding the spirit for several days in a row, and he has not even drunk saliva! He is now haggard, and we are all a little distressed!"

At this time, Xuanwu had not yet completed the forty-nine days of spirit.

Baihu said in his heart: "It's really inappropriate to see him at this time, but for the sake of my life and death, I must see him!" He didn't know the real cause of Meng Qingshui's death at this time.

Baihu opened his mouth and said: "Trouble all the junior disciples, I want to put incense on the pillar for Uncle Meng!"

Many disciples glanced at each other, and there was a look of embarrassment on their faces.

A disciple sighed and said, "Senior Brother White Tiger, if you insist on this, I can go in and tell you! But if I can't see you, it depends on Senior Brother Xuanwu's intentions!"

The white tiger nodded and expressed his gratitude.

The polite-speaking disciple flew towards Dao Mountain with the Immortal Sword.

Many disciples of the Qingyi Sect held immortal swords and glared at the white tiger angrily, and the hostility in their eyes was very strong.

After half a pillar of incense, the disciple came back with the fairy sword. He said to the white tiger, "Please!"

The white tiger nodded and followed him up the mountain.

The two of them flew towards Dao Mountain with the fairy sword, and soon reached the top of the mountain.

The entire Qingyi Sect Dao Mountain was deserted, and all of them were covered with white cloths, which looked scary.

The disciple took the white tiger to a large mourning hall, whispered a word to the white tiger, and left.

The white tiger walked into the mourning hall with heavy steps.

In the middle of the mourning hall is a wooden tablet, and there are many tributes on the table!

There was only one person in the entire mourning hall, and that person kneeling next to the mourning hall with his head bowed was Xuanwu.

The white tiger walked to the offering table, picked up a few sticks of incense, lit them, and respectfully placed them on the incense burner on the offering table. He politely bowed to Meng Qingshui's tablet a few times.

The white tiger looked at Xuanwu and said, "Senior Brother Xuanwu, the festival mourns and changes!"

"White Tiger, what are you doing here?" Xuanwu raised his head and said coldly.

The white tiger saw Xuanwu's appearance and was slightly startled, Xuanwu at this time looked very vicissitudes, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, and the bloodshot in his eyes was very thick.

"Senior Brother Xuanwu, are you okay?" said White Tiger in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" Xuanwu said coldly. The sound was a little loud, and it was close to roaring.

"I'll send Uncle Meng!" Bai Hu said lightly. He couldn't think of a better reason than that.

"Say it, what is it for?" Xuanwu naturally didn't believe Baihu's words, and roared.

Bai Hu suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly: "Senior Brother Xuanwu, congratulations!"

"The family teacher has just passed away, why is there any joy?" Xuanwu Qi said.

The white tiger said with a smile: "People can't be resurrected after death! The living will continue to live, congratulations to Senior Brother Xuanwu for succeeding to the position of head of the family!"

Xuanwu said: "The family has just passed away, and you are saying this kind of thing in his spiritual hall! White Tiger, you are deceiving people too much in the Kun Sect!"

An incomparably powerful momentum swept around Xuanwu, and the powerful wind directly blew out the candles in the mourning hall.

"Xuanwu, what do you mean by that?" said the white tiger angrily.

Xuanwu forcibly suppressed his anger, raised his head to stare at the white tiger, and said coldly: "What do you mean? White Tiger, although you haven't spoken, don't I know what you're going to say? You came to my Qingyi faction this time, it must be for the battle for the head of the family! I clearly tell you, I won't help you, you die!"

"Senior Brother Xuanwu, I understand your current mood! But after helping me take the position of the head of the sect, I will definitely help you Qingyi Sect to sit firmly in the position of the head of the righteous path! The Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword can also be given to you!" Bai Hu gritted his teeth and said.

"The conditions are very tempting!Baihu, do you know how my master died?" Xuanwu said coldly.

Baihu was stunned, he really didn't know the cause of Meng Qingshui's death. He said politely: "May I teach!"

Xuanwu said coldly: "My master was killed by Qingxu! He died under the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword, and his body was completely gone!"

"Ahh

Xuanwu said: "I don't care if you really don't know, or pretend not to know! In short, I don't want to see you! Get out! If you dare to step into my Qingyi faction again, I will swear to break your dog's leg to the death!"

The white tiger was furious, but it was easy to attack, snorted coldly, and left the Qingyi faction with the fairy sword.

After the white tiger left the Qingyi faction, all thoughts were lost. He drove the fairy sword to a small city, found a restaurant, and got drunk.

The drunkard who hates the drunkard the most in the store blasts the white tiger out of the house.

The white tiger drunkenly scolded: "Get out! Get out of here! I want to drink, I want to drink!"

This restaurant is a black shop, and the wine in it is very expensive. The shopkeeper found more than a dozen big men to catch the white tiger and rummaged over him, but there was no silver at all!

The shopkeeper was furious and ordered to be beaten to death.

More than a dozen big men picked up stools and beat the white tiger violently. The white tiger was too drunk, delirious, and weak, so he only knew how to curl up to protect his head.

Not far away, Ye Yunfei looked at the beaten white tiger lightly, and there was no sympathy in his eyes. What he has to do is to force the white tiger to his death, forcing him to have no way to live.

Ye Yunfei looked at it for a while, then left with a sneer.

The shopkeeper let people beat him violently for a while, and when he saw that the white tiger was motionless, he didn't even scream, for fear of killing people, so that people would throw him in a broken temple.

The white tiger was covered in bruises and motionless in the ruined temple.

When several beggars saw this, they approached the white tiger and touched him, but in the end they didn't touch anything.

A few beggars scolded, kicked the white tiger a few more times, and walked away!