In fact, Meng Fan also has a way to solve the problem of taking care of spirit animals.

That is to let some spirit beasts with higher intelligence, such as the four orangutans take the lead, beckoning their companions, and taking care of other spirit beasts instead of manpower, but this is also a way to do it, spirit beasts are not human beings after all, there is no way to do everything, and there is wildness lurking in the blood, maybe one day they will fight with other spirit beasts, 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 is also very expensive for himself, and it is better to use an orangutan.

After the meeting ended, Meng Fan went to take a look at the spirit beasts, and the situation was even worse than what Fennel said.

The place of Ziyang Xiaogong is indeed not big, and the places that can be vacated are all given to spirit beasts, and it is indeed stinking inside, even if it is a small garden in the backyard of the small palace, which is full of elegant mountains and rocks and trees, it is also full of spirit beasts at this time, eating, drinking, and Lazar are all together, looking chaotic.

The situation made him think that he could not delay any longer.

Subsequently, Meng Fan went to visit Fan Guyi, and did not tell him all the troubles at the moment, but only told him some good things, such as after the city gate was opened, there were many people entering the city, the pills were sold very well, and the supply exceeded demand, the disciples were busy with alchemy, and the Ziyang Palace was also famous...... Hearing this, Fan Guyi's pale face smiled, and he kept saying that it was good.

"I have to go to the martial arts stage to see the situation. ”

Around the wee hours of the morning, Meng Fan finally couldn't hold back the eagerness in his heart and quietly left the Ziyang Palace, but when he swept over the high wall, he unexpectedly saw a few sneaky figures outside the high wall, guessing that these people should be those foreign monks, who were instigated by the storyteller and came to the Ziyang Palace to trouble him.

"Heh, it's more urgent than me. ”

Meng Fan's eyes glanced over those people, and for the time being, he ignored the few guys who had cultivated to the early stage of slaying the sky, and went straight to the martial arts stage, those people did not perceive Meng Fan's experience, the difference in strength between them was too big, if Meng Fan wanted to kill them, it would only be a thought.

"Oh, that's a good thing, too!" Halfway through, Meng Fan suddenly paused, turned his head and looked back, "Aren't they just ready-made people who take care of spirit beasts? I hope they'll be there when I go back, and don't be too cowardly. ”

Thinking like this, Meng Fan's heart became lighter, and he arrived at the stage in a moment.

During the day, the martial arts stage, which was still lively and lively, had been deserted at this time, and only the war books hanging on the wall of the stage were still showing a trace of heat, and you could imagine how warlike those people were.

"Support justice, eliminate evil for the people, fight bloody to the end, and never die...... Hey, I can't imagine that I'll have such a day too. Meng Fan looked at the war books with bloody handprints, and said with a smile, "If you step on me, you can seek fame and wealth, is it my honor?"

He couldn't see the thoughts of those people, and what kind of lust for profit was hidden behind the heroic righteousness.

Looking at it, Meng Fan suddenly smiled dumbly.

It is true that there are hundreds of war books hanging on the stage, but it does not mean that there are really hundreds of people, but some people have written several copies with ulterior motives, for fear that they will not have a chance to fight him.

"Aren't you afraid of wasting blood?"

Meng Fan roughly calculated, there were indeed a lot of war books hanging on the wall, but there were only more than a hundred people who challenged.

And he has a great demand for yang spirit, such a few people are far from enough, at least five hundred!

Meng Fan looked in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion and whispered, "You still need to work hard!"

Crash!

Just when Meng Fan wanted to leave, Xu was looking through it, a gust of night wind blew, and a large piece of war books on the wall fell to the ground with a clatter, Meng Fan thoughtfully rehung the messy war books on the ground, and said to himself with a smile: "You can't lose a single one, but it's all good things." ”

It was at this time that a figure suddenly came over from the darkness in the distance and scolded: "Boy, you are new here, you have not done a good job in this matter, the hanging war book pays attention to the first come, the first to come, and the cultivation is more important, did you hang your war book to a high place?"

Meng Fan looked back at the man and shrugged his shoulders.

In fact, he had already noticed the existence of that person.

Before he arrived at the martial arts stage, he found that the man was lying on the ground in the distance, snoring slightly, he should be asleep, so he ignored him, guessing that the man should be relatively poor, in order to save a few pieces of moon stone, he was reluctant to rent in the city or shantytown, so he was not allowed to use heaven as a bed...... It's pathetic.

That person was Dou Heitan.

If Dou Heitan, the head of the faction, knew that Meng Fan looked at him like this, he would definitely be angry.

He really didn't want Huayue Xuanshi to live in the city, let alone live in the shantytown, he thought that as long as he survived this night and survived until tomorrow he defeated the "little evil palace master" on the martial arts stage, his current difficulties would not be difficult, but he naively ranked his battle book to the highest place, so that he would be the first to fight on stage, he inquired, and the order of the battle was from high to low.

At this time, he mistakenly thought that Meng Fan was the same as him, and secretly hung his war book to the highest place at night, and took a look, the war book signed with his name was indeed no longer at the highest place, and he couldn't help but feel a touch of anger in his heart, revealing his late cultivation of the fourth stage, and continued to scold: "A certain is Dou Heitan, the head of the Black Dragon Sect, if you don't want to die, quickly hang the war book of the head of the Black Dragon Sect back!"

Now Meng Fan is invincible in the Heaven Slashing Realm, and the quasi-immortals are sure to shake it, how can he put a small slashing four strong people in his eyes, and the yang spirit of a slashing four strong people is far from satisfying his needs for cultivating the Zhengyang Soul Technique, so he is too lazy to bother with Dou Heitan, but not caring does not mean that he has no ideas, the slashing four strong people should be able to take care of the spirit beast, and such a poor Dou master can also escape the catastrophe of being sucked by the yang spirit.

After all, the other party took the initiative to hang up the war book, and he would definitely participate in the war.

The kind-hearted Meng Fan raised the corners of his lips to Dou Heitan, as if expressing the meaning of coming with me, and then shook his body and swept towards the Ziyang Palace.

"Nima, dare to underestimate the head of Ben!" Meng Fan's actions made Dou Heitan even more angry, and he hurriedly unfolded his body and chased after Meng Fan, "Hang Lao Tzu's war book back, otherwise you will die!"

He couldn't see Meng Fan's true cultivation, and Meng Fan didn't let him see it.

He didn't even know that the person he was chasing now was the "heinous" little deputy palace master.

He looked down at the Dou Hei Pond in the entire Qingqiu City, and decided that Meng Fan was a little person with unbearable cultivation, and chased Meng Fan to the vicinity of the Ziyang Palace, but strangely found that the figure that was originally less than twenty meters in front of him suddenly disappeared under his nose as if it was swallowed by the night......