So, after coming to a foreign land, the eight people finally enjoyed the treatment of human beings. Everyone divided the house and space, and quickly settled down. The most troublesome thing is, of course, the house of Dugu Hexuan. Dugu Hexuan divided the position of the bed into two and separated them with opaque gauze, so that Zhu Wen and the nameless woman were separated. Directly opposite the bed, there were three bunks, and the wolf was lying at the door, and the ghost slave was sleeping in the corner of the wall. Finally, hang a curtain in the middle of the house to separate a small living room.

The ghost slave watched all this, kept shaking his head, and did not speak.

Dugu Hexuan asked: Questions?

Ghost slave said: The master's arrangement just wants to live a stable life. It's a pity that there has never been a stable life in the poison garden.

What do you mean?

Zhu Wen walked over and answered: Young Master Zhou, what the ghost slave said is that the houses in the poison garden have never been scarce. However, there are many people who enter the poison garden. Therefore, only the strong are worthy of living in the poison garden.

Someone outside the door answered: In other words, the sect openly allows everyone to kill each other?

Zhu Wendao: Exactly!

Dou Ciyou poked into half of his head and said, "It's a good thing." In a few days, the best house in the poison garden will be ours!

Xiu Zheng walked over from the other side, and said with a smile: Speaking of playing fierce fighting, let alone a thousand poisonous Xuanmen, even if you look at the entire invincible arrow domain, our Zhou Zhou Immortal Zhou Young Master is also a master of ten thousand miles!

Dugu Hexuan muttered, lay comfortably on the paved floor, and said: In this way, it seems that it is really in vain!

Ten days of torture, not to mention the tiredness of the body, especially when the spirit and mind are in a state of tension for a long time, it is even more fatigued. After everyone settled down, the first thing was to catch up on sleep, and even dinner was skipped.

In the evening, Zhu Wen took the nameless woman out, took a shower, and changed into the clothes worn by the woman. Return before dark. The ghost slave didn't lie down and slept, but just cowered in the corner, his eyes fixed on the roof. No one knows how he survived, but apparently he spent a long time in the dark. So, he prefers the night.

The next day, at noon, Dugu Hexuan found that someone was shaking himself, and his sleepy eyes were relieved to see that it was the wolf who was looking for him to ask for food. Laughing and getting up, throwing enough beast meat to it, the wolf immediately feasted. I walked out of the house by myself, woke up Dou Ciyou and the others, and turned on the fire to cook. Just in time for lunchtime.

During the meal, Dugu Hexuan called the ghost slave, the nameless woman, and Zhu Wenquan over, and everyone sat in the middle of the house.

Dugu Hexuan looked at the skinny woman and asked: I don't know what to call this sister?

The woman said: Red Fu, red Fu, Hibiscus Fu. Both parents died when he was a child, and he was raised by his uncle. He is now sixteen years old.

Dou Ciyou puffed and laughed: That's my sister, not my sister! Someone wants to pretend to be stupid and tender?

Xiu Zheng said seriously: It seems that our Zhou Zhou Immortal Young Master is a person who is going to be lucky. Let's see, on the left is vermilion, red, and on the right is red, red. It's hard to be in a trance, it's hard not to be hot!

The ghost slave ate a lot, and he didn't speak, looking at the endless stream of beast meat in the pot, he stammered: According to the ghost slave's understanding, this kind of beast meat is afraid that only people with the status of Xuanjun can enjoy it so casually.

Dou Ciyou babbled and said: This is just our ordinary food, is it so high-end?

Zhu Wen has always been suspicious, and after seeing the ghost slave say it, he said with some certainty: This kind of abnormal Xuan Beast, it is difficult for an adult who is not at the level of Xuan Jun to be subdued. Not to mention being able to keep it so intact.

Dou Ciyou Erlang stilted his legs, ate more energetically, and said: It's really normal. I've got this little monster at my fingertips.

No, no! Xiu Zheng shook his head and said: This kind of monster, Dou Xiaofan is not uncommon to move, as long as he moves his chopsticks to open his mouth, it can reach his mouth, and then into his stomach. How much trouble is that!

Xiu Xiaofan, don't say a few words, okay? Dou Ciyou laughed loudly and said: This meal, it's really refreshing. It finally smells like a human being.

Zhu Wen's face changed, and he stopped the chopsticks in his hand.

Dugu Hexuan said: What you said made people confused. Could it be that we can still eat human flesh?

After everyone had eaten their fill, the sleepiness was even greater. After a few words of grinding with each other, they went back to their sleepers early and fell asleep. There is a book shortage

Strange to say, the next two days were unusually peaceful. Dugu Hexuan and the others got enough rest. During this period, Zhu Wen told everyone in detail about the situation of the entire Xuanmen Mountain. However, early in the morning of the third day, a group of angry people surrounded the house.

A person shouted at the top of his voice: Zhou Zhou Xian, I have been waiting for you in Dawei Mountain for two days, and you dare not come to see you and submit to my Dashan Hall. Today, I want you to look good.

For a long time, no one in the house reacted. When someone continued to scold, the door slowly opened, and a handsome young and beautiful man walked out.

Dugu Hexuan's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, glanced indifferently, and said leisurely: Why did you come to a hall?

Listening to Zhu Wen, the name "Xuanmen Mountain" is available in the thirty-six Xuanmen, and the corresponding mountain ranges, including the distribution of forces on the mountain ranges, are almost the same.

Judging by the situation, Dugu Hexuan and the others are probably very close to the situation of the outer disciples of several major sects in the Hongmeng main realm. But there are significant differences.

For example, the Xuanmen Mountain of the Ten Thousand Poison Xuanmen is mainly divided into three halls: "East Garden", "West Garden" and "Poison Garden". Strictly speaking, the East and West Gardens are real halls, and the Poison Garden is similar to a miscellaneous hall.

The east and west gardens are all run by Xuanling Sect-level monks, who are responsible for the personnel and resource allocation of the entire Xuanmen Mountain, and their internal strength is really amazing. If nothing major happens on weekdays, the people who come forward to do things are all at the level of Xuanling Master.

The Poison Garden is composed of a small number of Xuanling Master monks and a large number of ordinary miscellaneous disciples. Usually, people who can worship the Thirty-Six Xuanmen are rare. However, there are even fewer people who can survive in the mixed Xuanmen Mountain. The main reason for this, of course, is a little bit of poor resource disposition. Over time, gangs of large and small forces were formed. Although the living environment is still cruel, it greatly increases the chances of survival for individuals.

To be sure, in the entire Xuanmen Mountain, except for the ghost slaves who no one provoked, there was no independent individual acting alone.

In the more than 10,000 years of big waves and sands, the poison garden has gradually formed a stable distribution of forces. There are mainly four halls: "Poison Refining Hall", "Hundred Poison Hall", "Cleansing Poison Hall" and "Cold Poison Hall". Under the mouth of the four halls, there are many gang halls that can't be put on the table, all of which are attached to the four halls. For example, the big mountain hall that came to make trouble was one of the small halls attached to the poison refining hall.

On the bright side, the poison garden is independent. In fact, the east and west gardens each control the two halls.

For a long time, the position of the owner of the garden has been held by the owner of the "Poison Refining Hall", and he has the absolute right to speak in the poison garden. Today's Poison Refining Hall Master is called "Red-Haired Ghost", and his cultivation has broken through to the tenth level of the Xuanling Master, and he is the undisputed first person in the Poison Garden. Originally, he could go to the East and West Gardens to do things. However, in view of the entanglement of forces from all sides, the top management of the sect has no intention of replacing it until a suitable new candidate is found.

For Dugu Hexuan, even if it was the red-haired ghost who came in person, the master of the Poison Refining Hall, it didn't matter. Anyway, you have to see you sooner or later, and it's better to see you later than sooner.

Da Wei Mountain, the master of the Great Mountain Hall, was a little surprised in his anger, and then he remembered that someone had replied to him about how this handsome young man subdued the big hand. However, in the entire poison garden, the name "Dawei Mountain" is a very loud name. What's more, there is the most powerful backer behind the Great Mountain Hall.

Dawei Shan thought to himself, why is he afraid? He roared: "Come on, tie this little white face to me!" I want to peel off the skin and bones and light the sky lantern!

Dugu Hexuan smiled, his right hand raised slightly, and he shot out eight hidden weapons, carrying a strong wind, and the hidden weapons were aimed at Dawei Mountain at the same time, and the whole person was taken away, nailed to the opposite rockery. Everyone looked at it, and the eight hidden weapons were actually eight scorpion legs, all of which were inserted into the key acupuncture points of Dawei Mountain. Dawei Shan was speechless, and blood gradually flowed out of the seven orifices.

A middle-aged man in Dashan Hall was calm and calm, and said, "Your Excellency, are you going to directly challenge the owner of the garden?"

If you think it is, that is! When Dugu Hexuan spoke, the smile on his face made people panic, and everyone couldn't help but take a half step back, only to hear him slowly continue: Brother, your hall master will hold on for half an hour at most. If you want to pass the word, do me a favor and ask the masters of the other three halls to come and have a look.

Middle-aged humanitarian: Your Excellency thinks very highly of yourself, but it is really conceited and arrogant. However, there is no other way to do it. The owner can only come and cut it.

After speaking, he muttered to a few people around him, and the three of them walked to the other side, while the middle-aged man walked quickly towards the depths of the garden.

Dugu Hexuan was bored, so he simply half lay on the stone steps, stilted Erlang's legs, and sang a small song humming. It is like a man who is about to come in a great calamity. He knew that a pair of charming eyes hiding not far away were observing every move here.

In less than a moment, deep in the garden, a strong wind swept away. More than 20 zhang away, the people of the big mountain hall were scraped around. There were a few people who were weak in Taoism, and they directly sprayed blood and passed out.

In the core of the wind, someone is riding the wind. The person who came was the red-haired ghost, one foot long, hair like pig's bristles, red and translucent, Danfeng triangular big eyes, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a flat stone plate. Behind him, ten big men in the shape of a man carried a Xuanhua giant axe, which is said to weigh 3,000 catties.

Dugu Hexuan's height of more than nine feet is not much smaller, but his whole figure is two circles smaller.

The red-haired ghost didn't say a word, picked up the Xuanhua giant axe, and cut down the entire house directly. Probably, it is not easy for such a small role to make him angry. If he is allowed to go out in person, how much will he say?

However, when the Xuanhua Giant Axe and the power of thunder fell into the air, it suddenly stopped silently. The wrath of the heavenly thunder was also quietly dissolved. It turned out that a wooden halberd about three feet six inches long held the blade of the giant axe steadily. The man with the wooden halberd smiled slightly, slowly pressed down, and smoothly pressed the giant axe on the platform in front of the house.

The red-haired ghost's hair stood on end, and a pair of eyeballs were about to burst out of their sockets. It's a pity that in this wave of competition, his strength was completely suppressed, and there was no room for resistance.