The next morning, the sun was shining.

A ray of sunlight shined through the window lattice and shone on Dou Heitan's dark and swollen face, he blinked his eyelids, got up from the ground, and found himself in a room, which should have been imprisoned by Ziyang Xiaogong after the incident.

And the ten men from the Miaoshou Gate were lying beside him.

Squeak.

The door to the room was opened.

Several gorillas brought in a lot of large wooden barrels, and the barrels exuded a mouth-watering fragrance, which was much more attractive than the meals made by the cooks in the Black Dragon Gate.

But with so many big wooden barrels, more than a dozen people can't eat them all!

Is this a form of torture?

Kill them with good food?

Thinking of the ridiculous things that the storyteller told about the little deputy palace master, it may not be impossible.

But soon, Dou Heitan knew what these wooden barrels were for, and also knew the reason why he survived, on this day, he and the people of the Miaoshou Gate were under the supervision of the chimpanzees, carrying the wooden barrels and began to feed all kinds of spirit beasts, after feeding, the wooden barrels were replaced with brooms and dustpans and other cleaning tools......

After a tiring day, there are still some things that have not been done.

He never thought that the head of his faction would actually live for free in Qingqiu City in such a unique way, and still live in the Ziyang Palace......

That is, from this day on, Black Dragon Gate can no longer contact its own head.

Because their head also disappeared in Qingqiu City......

"Brother, the storyteller is talking again today. At noon, Fennel sat in Meng Fan's room, reporting on the situation outside, "He added some new materials, saying that Sister Yutong was controlled by you using some kind of Gu technique, so she was ...... Ha ha...... Hook up!"

Meng Fan sat cross-legged on the bed and pursed his lips.

"What's even more fun, Qi Fatzi and those people actually believed it. Fennel pointed in the direction of the green bamboo forest, "They took the initiative to incite those outsiders to challenge you, saying that whoever can kill you will get a big gift from them!"

"How many people have signed up now?" Meng Fan asked with great concern.

He had already seen it last night, the number of people who signed up was not ideal, and it could not meet his needs for cultivating a large number of yang spirits in the Zhengyang Soul Technique, at least five hundred people signed up to barely be enough, so he didn't go to the martial arts platform today, and if he wanted to go, he had to wait until the number of people was enough.

"That's more than four hundred!" said Fennel for a moment.

"It's still not enough, wait. Meng Fan raised his hand, slowly spread out his palm, and a golden knife more than three inches long flashed in the palm of his hand, although it only appeared for a moment, Fennel still couldn't help but tremble in her soul, as if that knife could split her three souls and seven souls in an instant, making her disappear and die!

"Brother, this is ...... What spell?" asked Fennel.

"That's right, this is the Zhengyang Soul Knife in the Zhengyang Soul Technique. Meng Fan closed his palm, looked at the fennel and said, "Once you practice, you can save those beast soul soldiers, or you can ...... It's a pity that it's far from enough to be hot now. ”

"Don't worry, brother!" Fennel's beautiful eyes flickered, and she stood up and walked out, "I'm going to give the storyteller a reward, and ask him to add more crimes to you, so that more people can challenge you to eliminate harm for the people!"

Meng Fan looked at the back of fennel and smiled dumbly.

The storyteller doesn't know what's going on today, compared to yesterday, he has received a lot of more reward, a woman rewarded him the most, a shot is hundreds of tickets, it is not generous, even more strange, after he stepped down, he also received an unsigned letter, the letter said that if he wants to get more reward, then he has to tell the things written in the letter.

"Before the little deputy palace master made a fortune, he used to beat a lame man and scolded a dumb man!"

"In order to prevent others from scolding him, the little deputy palace master secretly learned the mind-reading technique, and he prefers to read women's hearts!"

"The little deputy palace master once stole the dog of the old Li family and made the belly of the old Zhang family's dog bigger!"

As a result, a series of strange things began to spread in Qingqiu City, making those foreign monks even more angry, and the condemnation was even louder, Zhao Zhong of the City Lord's Mansion was puzzled when he heard it, could it be that he gave the storyteller too many tickets, and the storyteller began to take the initiative to play?

Anyway, what he said was not a good thing, and Zhao Zhong didn't take it to heart.

What worries Zhao Zhong is, why shouldn't Meng Fan fight?

And some monks in Qingqiu City, when they heard the evil things about the little deputy palace master, they couldn't sit still, first helped Meng Fan say good things to refute the rumors, but they didn't expect that no one would listen to them, and they planned to beat the storyteller and throw him out of the city, but then for some reason, they didn't succeed, and the storyteller has always been good, not to mention that someone beat him, not even the people who went to the teahouse to accuse him.

"This kid can really calm down!"

After waiting for another day, Zhao Zhong saw that Meng Fan still ignored this matter, so he couldn't help but write a letter and sent someone to Meng Fan, the letter was euphemistic, and he praised Meng Fan for his atmosphere at the beginning, regardless of gossip, but the conversation changed, saying that in the long run, it would inevitably affect the reputation of the little deputy palace master, the reputation of the Ziyang Palace, and the reputation of the entire Qingqiu City？

After Meng Fan finished reading the letter, a person's name completely surfaced: "Zhao Zhong!"

Immediately, Meng Fan asked the disciples of Xiaogong to collect Zhao Zhong's information, but a secret letter from the Bai family was sent to him very appropriately, and the secret letter only said one thing, when Zhao Zhong did not enter Qingqiu City, he used his three-inch tongue to kill Changsheng, and Qiandeng was very jealous of this person, so he had not reused this person before, so Meng Fan must be careful!

"This tongue is amazing!" Meng Fan was surprised, "Fennel said that there are a lot of people today, and it's time to fight, anyway, Zhao Zhong told me not to worry about anything in the letter, so I really don't have to worry about anything...... What a man!"

On this day, Meng Fan walked out of the Ziyang Palace and went to Yanwutai.

Zhao Zhong was overjoyed when he heard that Meng Fan had responded to the battle, it seemed that his letter had played a vital role, and he couldn't help but ask Qiandeng for credit, but Qiandeng faintly felt that things were a little strange, when did Meng Fan become such an obedient person? Let him go to war? Could it be that he really couldn't withstand the pressure?

The news of Meng Fan's acceptance of the challenge was like a gust of wind, quickly swept through the entire Qingqiu City, making the already bustling and noisy Qingqiu City suddenly boiling, and people inside and outside the city rushed to the Yanwutai one after another, for fear of missing the good show, looking down from a high place, the crowd rushed to the Yanwutai like a tide......

Zhao Zhong also invited Qian Deng to sit on the martial arts platform, so as to take the opportunity to raise the prestige of the city lord in front of the monks.

Qian Deng also wanted to see if Meng Fan really fought honestly, so he left the City Lord's Mansion......