Ordinary people can only look up to the height in their lives, but in the eyes of the star stage, they have just started, although there is only a difference between the eighth order and the seventh order, but: don't In the same way, compared with the ninth-order stars, it is even more unreasonable, and stepping into the ninth-order has the qualification to touch the threshold of the legendary holy order, so the ninth-order stars are the first step for countless powerhouses on the big 6 to dream of stepping into the legendary realm, but above the big 6, although the strength of the eighth order is not like the sand in the sea, it is not as rare as a rarity, and the star level will not exceed 10,000 on the entire big 6, and the eighth order and the stars can be seen from between them The Orc Empire is extremely vast in land, but it is very barren, and the huge population has brought pressure to the survival of the empire, and has also brought countless strong people to the empire The huge population has created countless powerhouses, maybe the star-level orc empire is not as many as the human kingdom, but u Therefore, the four eighth-order powerhouses who suddenly appeared in the orc team were not surprised, and after a slight glance at the race of the four people, they turned around Four eighth-order orcs, one werewolf, one minotaur, one leopard After Ohao's careful arrangement, Lan Ying faced the werewolf Gonza against the Minotaur and Nikolai Snow against the Leopard Clan Liu Feng didn't interject, he didn't know much about these, so he didn't go out to mess around, he sat cross-legged on the cushion quietly, and suddenly felt a resentful look, it turned out to be the quasi-saint-level black-robed man from the orc side The corners of his mouth skimmed disdainfully, his middle finger popped out, and he pointed down fiercely, this series of actions, the black-robed man was slightly stunned at first, as if he was thinking about this action, but when he saw Liu Feng's disdainful smile, he couldn't help but be angry, and he was about to stand up A white and round arm stretched out from behind him and grabbed the black-robed Jiao, don't worry, I will give you a chance to duel with him, hehe" The black robe turned slightly, looked at the pretty face with a smile, snorted coldly, and threw the black robe out of Anji's hand, but turned his head away, ignoring Liu Feng's provocation In the arena, Lan Ying stood against the werewolf with a cold face: the big magic wand jumped on the palm of his hand, and he held it tightly, feeling the element between heaven and earth, and said coldly: The werewolf's face changed and he smiled hideously: "Remove it one by one to see if your mouth is still not so hard" Lan Ying smiled coldly, stroked his left hand on the blue magic robe, tilted his head slightly, and mocked: Dirty orc, do you only use your mouth The werewolf's eyes flashed ruthlessly, no longer talking nonsense, and directly pulled out two long daggers from his waist, the tips of the daggers were dark and fragrant, and there was a slight purple light, presumably already coated with huge poison A cold light flashed in Lan Ying's eyes, sneering, dancing swiftly, the magic wand was added to his body, feeling the surging magic elements in his body, and hooked his finger at the werewolf with disdain The werewolf sneered, and the toes flicked on the ground, and the man turned into one: