In fact, Meng Fan also has a way to solve the problem of taking care of spiritual beasts.
That is to let some spiritual beasts with higher intelligence, such as the four orangutans, take the lead and call on their companions to take care of other spiritual beasts instead of manpower.
However, this is also an impossible method.
Spirit beasts are not humans after all.
There is no way to cover everything, and there is wildness lurking in his blood.
He may start fighting with other spiritual beasts one day, unless he has been supervising the work.
Another way is to use paper figures.
But letting the paper man do this kind of thing for a long time will also consume a lot of money on himself.
It is better to use an orangutan.
After the meeting, Meng Fan went to take a look at the spirit beasts.
The situation was worse than Fenxiang said.
Ziyang Xiao Palace is indeed not a big place, and all the space that can be spared has been given to the spirit beasts.
It is indeed smelly inside, even if it is a small garden in the backyard of the Xiao Palace, which is full of elegant rocks and trees.
At this time It was also full of spiritual beasts, eating, drinking, and having sex together, making it look like a mess.
This situation made him think that there could be no further delay.
Later, Meng Fan went to visit Fan Guyi and did not tell him all the current troubles.
He only told him some good things.
For example, after the city gate opened, there were so many people entering the city, and the elixirs were sold very well, and the supply exceeded the demand. , the disciples were all busy refining elixirs, and Ziyang Xiaogong also became famous.
Hearing this, Fan Guyi's pale face burst into laughter, and he kept saying "Okay."
"I have to go to the martial arts stage to take a look at the situation."
Around early in the morning, Meng Fan finally couldn't hold back his eagerness and quietly left the Ziyang Palace.
But when he passed by the high wall, he unexpectedly saw a few sneaky figures outside the high wall.
He guessed that these people were...
It should be those foreign monks who were incited by the storyteller and came to Ziyang Palace to cause trouble for him.
"Oh, you are more anxious than me."
Meng Fan glanced at those people, and ignored the guys whose cultivation was in the early stage of Tianzhan for the time being, and went straight to the martial arts stage.
Those few people did not sense Meng Fan's passing, or the strength of each other.
The gap was too big.
If Meng Fan wanted to kill them just now, it was just a thought.
"Oh, that's a good thing."
Halfway through, Meng Fan suddenly paused and turned to look back, "Aren't they just people who take care of the spirit beasts for free?
I hope they are still there when I go back. , don’t run away because you are too timid.”
Thinking of this, Meng Fan's heart became lighter and he arrived in front of the martial arts stage in a moment.
The martial arts performance stage, which was still bustling during the day, had become deserted at this time.
Only the letters of challenge hanging on the wall of the stage were still full of warmth.
You can imagine how full of fighting spirit those people were.
"Support justice, eradicate evil for the people, fight to the end, and fight to the death.
Hey, I never thought I would have such a day."
Meng Fan looked at the letters of challenge with bloody fingerprints and said with a smile, "You can gain fame if you step on me.
Is it my honor to seek wealth?"
Couldn't he see the thoughts of those people and the greed hidden behind their awe-inspiring righteousness?
As he watched, Meng Fan suddenly burst into laughter.
There are indeed hundreds of letters of challenge hanging on the martial arts stage, but that doesn't mean there are really hundreds of people.
It's just that someone has written several copies with ulterior motives, fearing that they won't have a chance to fight him.
"Aren't you afraid of wasting blood?"
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Meng Fan made a rough calculation and found that there were indeed many letters of challenge hanging on the wall, but there were only more than a hundred people challenging them.
And his demand for yang soul is huge, so few people are not enough, at least 500 people Meng Fan looked in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion and whispered: "You still need to work hard."
Wow Just when Meng Fan was about to leave, perhaps because he was looking through it, a gust of night wind blew and a large piece of the memorandum on the wall fell to the ground.
Meng Fan thoughtfully hung up the messy memorandum on the ground again.
He smiled and said to himself: "You can't throw away any of it, but they are all good things."
It was at this time that a figure suddenly walked over from the darkness in the distance and scolded: "Boy, you are new here, you are not doing this kindly.
The letter of challenge is about first come, first served, and more importantly about cultivation."
Gao Luo, did you just hang your gauntlet high?"
Meng Fan looked back at the man and shrugged.
In fact, he had already noticed that person's existence.
Before he arrived at the martial arts stage, he found the man lying on the ground in the distance, snoring slightly.
He must have fallen asleep, so he ignored him, guessing that the man must be relatively poor.
In order to save a few Yuexuan stones, he was reluctant to part with it.
It's very pitiful to live in a city or shantytown without having to use the sky as your quilt and the ground as your bed.
That person was Dou Heitan.
If Dou Heitan, the leader of the faction, knew that Meng Fan treated him this way, he would definitely be furious.
He really didn't want to let Huayue Xuanshi live in the city, let alone live in a shantytown.
He thought that as long as he survived this night and defeated the "little evil palace master" on the martial arts stage tomorrow, his current difficulties It was not difficult, but he naively ranked his challenge to the highest position so that he could be the first to go on stage to fight.
He had found out that the order of fighting was from high to low.
At this time, he mistakenly thought that Meng Fan, like him, had secretly hung his gauntlet at the highest place during the night.
He took a look at it and found that the gauntlet signed with his name was no longer at the highest place.
He couldn't help but feel excited.
With a touch of anger, he showed off his late-level cultivation of the Fourth Cut, and continued to scold: "A certain person is Dou Heitan, the leader of the Black Dragon Sect.
If you don't want to die, please hang up this leader's letter of war quickly."
Meng Fan is now invincible in the Heaven-Slaying Realm, and is almost certain to be immortal.
How can he take a small Four-Slaying Expert in his eyes?
Moreover, the Yang Soul of a Four-Slaying Expert is far from enough for his cultivation.
He didn't bother to argue with Dou Heitan about the demand for the Zhengyang Soul Art, but not caring didn't mean that he didn't have any ideas.
The four strong men should be able to take care of the spirit beasts, and such a poor leader Dou could also escape from the sun.
The soul was sucked.
After all, the other party has taken the initiative to declare a challenge and will definitely join the war.
The kind-hearted Meng Fan raised the corners of his lips towards Dou Heitan, as if to express his intention to follow me, and then swayed his body gracefully and flew towards Ziyang Palace.
"Damn it, how dare you underestimate me?"
Meng Fan's actions made Dou Heitan even more angry.
He hurriedly spread out and chased after Meng Fan, "Hang up my letter of challenge, or you will die."
He failed to see Meng Fan's true cultivation level, and Meng Fan didn't let him see it.
He didn't even know that the person he was chasing now was the "heinous" deputy palace master.
Dou Heitan, who had underestimated the entire Qingqiu City, decided that Meng Fan was a little person with poor cultivation.
He chased Meng Fan to the vicinity of Ziyang Palace, but strangely discovered that the road that was originally less than twenty meters in front of him The figure, as if suddenly swallowed up by the night, disappeared under his eyes: