After the child tiger crossed the border with peony and ash and entered the fairyland. It's totally different from the desolation outside fairyland. Fairyland is full of carved beams and painted pavilions. And all kinds of garden Feng Shui rockeries. It's a fairy family atmosphere.

Even compared with the grandeur of the zodiac in the holy land, fairyland is not inferior at all. It's more winning.

Under the leadership of peony and ash, a group of three soon came to a pavilion in the fairyland. This pavilion is located on the edge of a cliff.

In the pavilion, a young scholar in green clothes sat there casually. In front of him was a chessboard. It seems that he is playing chess with himself.

White dragon likes playing chess. Tong Hu has known this for a long time. And he also knows that white dragon's chess ability is very high. Much more powerful than the chess capital. In this fairyland, many people like playing chess, but no one has played white dragon at all.

It is said that long ago, white dragon once invited a folk chess saint to fairyland. Bai long played chess with the chess master for three days and nights. Finally, the chess master was haggard and lost to Bai long. And he died of exhaustion.

Bai long regretted that such a thing had happened. He knew that although he had no intention, he was too good at chess. When the two played chess, the chess master had to do his best. Finally, he was exhausted and died when the oil ran out and the lamp dried up.

Although he didn't want to kill Biren, Biren did die because of him. From then on, he never played chess with anyone else. Just a person playing chess with himself.

"Lord white dragon! The child tiger is here." Seeing the white dragon, the peony and ash are all holding fists and saying to the white dragon.

Facing their words, the white dragon finally came back to God. He raised his head with a modest smile on his gentle face. "You're back. Come and sit down."

Facing the words of the white dragon, peony, they all walked into the pavilion and sat down around the small stone table in the pavilion. The three of them, who have been in wonderland for many years, are naturally very familiar with the temper of white dragon.

Although white dragon is the patron saint of immortals and fairyland, he has never had the slightest airs. And he doesn't like people to salute him.

After the three of Tong Hu sat down, Bai Long said, "Tong Hu, I already know what you mean by coming back this time."

Bai Long's words fell, and Tong Hu's heart moved. Then he asked, "Lord Bai Long, what do you mean?"

Facing Tong Hu's question, Bai Long didn't answer directly. He just sighed, "I live a long time. Maybe it is because I live a long time that I have seen many things that ordinary people can't see."

"Every time Jihad comes, the earth is always in a mess and lives are ruined. This is a war between gods, but the real victims are innocent mortals. In this regard, it must be said that it is very ironic."

"Compared with the justice of the holy land or the cruelty of the Pluto, in fact, I sympathize more with the ordinary people. But even so, I still can't help them."

With this saying, the White Dragon said slightly, "Lord Yuanjun once left a will to protect the practitioners in the fairyland. The practitioners should not interfere in worldly affairs and concentrate on their practice."

Facing Bai Long's words, Tong Hu was a little worried at this moment! "I know that fairyland does not interfere in earthly affairs, but now..."

Before Tong Hu's words were finished, Bai Long sighed and shook his head. "It's a pity. But it's the will left by Yuan Jun. I dare not and can't refuse. Fairyland can't interfere in external affairs. Since a long time ago, during the Jihad, I have always adhered to this point and never changed."

White dragon's words said here. At this moment, Tong Hu's expression showed unprecedented disappointment. Looking at the appearance of Tong Hu, peony couldn't bear it. "Brother Tong Hu..."

"Lord white dragon, now the Xuanjin fighters have colluded with the underworld. If we don't stand up to stop the fairyland, I'm afraid the whole East will fall into the hands of the underworld. Moreover, once the Xuanjin fighters get the support of the underworld, I'm afraid they will not let go of the fairyland!"

Facing Tong Hu's words, this time, without waiting for Bai Long to speak, a calm voice sounded from outside the pavilion, "at that time, it is their way to take death."

"According to the will of Lord Yuanjun, fairyland and Eagle fighters are not allowed to leave fairyland and interfere with the secular world. However, if the Xuanjin fighter and the Hades fighter of the Hades break into this fairyland by themselves, things will be different." Outside the pavilion, a figure in a white cloth robe said.

Hearing this voice, Tong Hu's expression showed a happy look, "flying eyes!" He couldn't help blurting out. Flying eye, like ash, was one of his best friends in Wonderland.

"Tong Hu. I haven't seen him for eight years." Outside the pavilion, Feiyan smiled at Tong Hu and said. With that, he also walked into the pavilion. After entering the pavilion, he flew his eyes and bowed to the white dragon, and then sat down.

"Lord Bai Long, I tried to find out what you asked me to inquire about. I entrusted Wang Bojun, the chief envoy of Jiangnan, to send someone to inquire about some news from Prince Zheng Duanhua's confidants. The imperial court has a plan to attack our fairyland. It seems that behind the imperial court, there is indeed the support of the underworld."

"Moreover, in the underworld, those who support the imperial court are just like what Lord white dragon thought. It's not just the underworld fighter, but..." Feiyan said. He stretched out his hand and made two strokes on the table.

At this time, all the people sitting around the stone table could see that his gesture was a word of death.

In the action of flying eyes, the white dragon's face was completely dignified. "Sure enough, as I thought. If they were just dark fighters, they might not have the courage to attack fairyland, but if they got the support of that existence, I'm afraid this time, it's really a huge disaster in my fairyland."

Looking at Bai Long's grim look, Tong Hu and the three looked at each other with some doubts. "Lord white dragon, what do you mean?" Tong Hu couldn't help asking.

Facing Tong Hu's words, Bai Long didn't answer him. He just shook his head, "you can't say it, you can't say it." With these words, Bai Long frowned, as if he had fallen into thinking. Obviously, even he doesn't know what to do at this time.