When Nangong Fan walked out of the Danqi Pavilion, he saw a figure squirming in the shadows.

Some people stayed where they were and watched his every move, and some people flew away in the direction of the Star Lord's Mansion.

There was a hint of ridicule on the corner of Nangong Fan's mouth, and he turned his head to look at Carl with a solemn expression, not knowing what would happen next?

The worst result is that one person plays three legends, which is a bit exciting to think about.

Nangong Fan strode forward, and did not use his black robe to cover his conspicuous figure, as if telling the orc clan, "Come on, come and beat me!"

Walking is bouncing, arrogant, eager to let the orc race rise up and attack him, and then don't make it lively, how to stage the next big scene?

The orc clan just indifferently watched Nangong Fan who was jumping up and down, as if he was looking at a monkey, or a dying person?

They didn't dare to snatch the prey of the Star Lord's Mansion.

Nangong Fan felt bored, and gradually became inactive, although this city was lively, it was always a little less colorful than the human race, and the stalls on the side of the road were all full of spirit grass and fresh demon beast corpses.

It's like a human city, what Zhang Banxian, Liu Daxian's, as well as rock sugar gourds, pills, weapons, etc., etc., each stall is not the same, and the whole city looks so colorful.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but feel sad for the orc race, how boring is it to live such a monotonous life?

Orcs, why don't you die together?

Carl's face gradually relaxed, he no longer thought about the superfluous things after making the decision, and after making this vote, he didn't wait for the support of other planets of the orc clan to arrive, and he got the exercise and went directly to the upper realm by relying on the token.

Carl couldn't help but look forward to it, what kind of demeanor would the Upper Realm Sect called "Dreaming" have?

If it weren't for the fear that the upper realm would not be easy to mix, and he didn't have an excellent foundation for exercises, he would have been eager to go to the upper realm.

Fortunately, it's not too late now, I'm only in my forties, I'm still very young, and I can still pursue my dreams.

Carl crushed a button on the edge of the animal skin, stepped forward and walked to Nangong Fan's side, chatting and laughing with Nangong Fan, as if he didn't know what kind of turmoil would be caused next.

Nangong Fan's face became a little strange, and he felt a strange divine power emanating from Carl's movements. What do you do with your divine powers?

Both of them were very calm, even said happy, and made the decision in their hearts, which was a relief for both of them.

Both of them are people who make decisions and don't give up until they reach their goals, Nangong Fan's extremism hidden in his heart, and Carl's pursuit of perfection are somewhat similar in a sense.

Walking casually on the crowded streets, the two of them walked casually without a purpose.

If someone looked from a high place, they would find that the two of them were actually walking in a circle around the Star Lord's Mansion not far away, and no one thought of walking out of this city.

It was precisely because the two of them did not have the idea of leaving that the attack of the orc clan was delayed.

This is the home turf of the orcs, and the longer it drags on, the better it will be for them.

Although the two didn't say it explicitly, they had some kind of tacit understanding, Carl took a deep look at Nangong Fan who was smiling beside him, and vaguely felt that he had never seen through this stupid kid in his eyes.

Kalmer counted the orcs passing by, "One, two, three, four......"

"Only seven orcs walked by in half an hour. The two men said in unison, laughing and turning around.

The most luxurious of streets was devoid of people, and no superfluous sound was heard, only the sound of the footsteps of the two men.

It's like the calm before a storm.

The two weren't loose, but they weren't too tense either.

They knew that the blue wolf and the second bear had come with their doglegs.

This short street has been laid in such a leisurely time for the two of them. Let Nangong Fan escape once, they will never let go of the same mistake again.

The two glanced at each other and continued to move forward, although this street is wide, but for those who have reached the strength of the Martial Emperor, they can cross the street in the blink of an eye, who knows how many orcs are lurking on both sides of the street?

They don't want to waste too much of their minds on those cannon fodder.

The two stepped into a square, which was the square that Nangong Fan had passed by when he first entered the inner city.

On weekdays, the blue wolf is worshiped in this place.

The square extends in all directions, and it is only less than 100 meters away from the Star Lord's Mansion, which is considered to be in the center of the city, and it is also a place for people in this city to fight privately in ordinary times.

For the orcs, there is no contradiction that cannot be solved by one fight, if there is, then two fights.

For the human race, the practice of martial arts is just to get ahead, to survive, in order to realize ideals and ambitions, but for the orc race, the practice of martial arts is not so complicated.

Martial arts practice is integrated into their bones, just like breathing, just to fight, to kill, to eat.

For a race of foodies for all, there is nothing more desirable than eating better yourself.

In the past, the square that was very lively in order to make the orcs eat better, but now it is empty.

Empty, under the direct sun, there is no warm feeling, but it feels very eerie.

There was a breeze blowing, the fallen leaves dancing with the wind, and a dull sense of slaughter was enveloped in the hearts of the two.

The two glanced at each other, and before they could speak, the sound of neat footsteps came from all directions.

There was no extra noise, as if a torrent of steel was rushing towards the two of them.

A neat phalanx appeared in the street ahead, and a hundred or so people filled all the gaps in the road in exactly two rows, and the hundred people were like a whole, the same animal skin armor, the same huge axe, and different heads.

Nangong Fan squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the steel torrent that was slowly approaching in an orderly manner without any waves, and couldn't help but secretly say, "The army that has been on the battlefield!"

Karl's eyes were fiery and reminiscing, and he licked his chapped lips, "The army in charge of Xiong Er." ”

The life span of the orc race is longer than that of the human race, and as long as it becomes a legend, it must go to the battlefield for ten years, Xiong Er is the one who comes to escort the blue wolf to the battlefield.

If he breaks through to the legend and is unwilling to go to the battlefield, Xiong Er can even kill this new legend on the spot, relying not only on his own strength that is stronger than ordinary junior legends, but also on the army under his command.

In the twenty years since Xiong Er took the throne, no new legend has escaped from his hands.

The notoriety can be described as a well-known celestial cow.

"Brother Karl, what about tying up this hairy boy?" the wolf's metallic voice resounded through the sea of acquaintances.

Nangong Fan listened to the sound that resounded in the sea of knowledge, and a smile appeared on his face, this blue wolf was also panicked because Carl had not moved, otherwise he would not use such a sound transmission technique to provoke the two.

"Brother Nangong, listen to my explanation......" Carl turned his head and looked at Nangong Fan beside him, but found that Nangong Fan didn't look at him at all, but leisurely looked at the phalanx that was walking from four directions around him, as if there was a small flower growing in it, which was much better looking than him.

The words at the corners of Carl's mouth couldn't be spoken, and there was a wave of discomfort in his heart, and he, who had always thought that he was in control of the whole audience, suddenly found a devil standing next to him who he had never figured out the context!

A devil who can read people's hearts!

The four phalanxes, giant axes, broadswords, round shields, and spears, are all more effective weapons on the battlefield.

There was a faint light connecting the four hundred people, a little like a battle formation, but it was by no means.

The prototype of the battle formation?

The majesty spread in the sky, and the clouds burst away, and the sky was clear in an instant.

Nangong Fan looked at Carl, who was a little stunned, and a gentle smile hung on the corner of his mouth, "Brother, congratulations on regaining your original self!"

Carl's heart is as uncomfortable as eating shit, this self, the original self of shit!

He still couldn't figure out what was wrong with him, what was out of his control?

"Aren't you afraid that I'll turn my face again?" Karl looked deeply into Nangong Fan's gaze.

"Don't be afraid, because someone has already made a move. No matter how stupid the orc race is, they can raise a smart staff, but they will never raise a master of unknown forces. Nangong Fan had a gentle smile on his face, this play is a bit big, and the melon is a little bit unfed.

Karl's face was stunned, and before he could speak, there was a sound of fighting in the distance.

Carl's face changed, damn it, why did he crush the buttons on his clothes so early!

Nangong Fan looked at Carl, whose face had changed drastically, and for the first time he saw this confident guy lose his temper, he couldn't help but feel a little funny.

The ring flashed and a unicorn stool appeared on the ground.

"Brother Nangong, what are you doing here?" Karl was a little stunned.

"Eat melons and watch a show!" Nangong Fan smiled at the corner of his mouth, sat on the bench with his buttocks, and the remaining melons and fruits appeared in his hands, and with a slight pinch, the fruit flew into his slightly open mouth under a force, and he couldn't help but feel bored in his heart.

I thought I was the protagonist in this play, but I didn't expect that I didn't have to play at all, alas, it's a pity!

Nangong Fan's words that he said casually with such a smile made Carl feel that his old blood was surging.

Is there such a bully?

Is there such a bully?

I've never seen such a bully!

For the first time, Carl was full of doubts about his proud IQ. I also deeply feel that I am making a deal with a devil when I am here.

Did you do something wrong, or did you do it right?

I didn't have time to think, the arrow was ready to fly, and I had to send it.

It's not that he pities the life and death of those cannon fodder who regard him as a god, it's just that he knows that he hasn't responded to the blue wolf for a long time, and there is still a sound of fighting, and he has completely broken with the blue wolf, and inevitably went to the opposite side. This already fragile partnership can be shattered at the slightest touch.

The blue wolf is not a good person, he has always been wary of him, but he has always been the first to look forward to him, and he also gives advice for him.

Otherwise, how could this stupid wolf sit firmly in the position of the star lord? When he didn't break through to the legend, there were not ten or eight peak martial saints on this planet, how could he be able to suppress people?

Not by him yet, Carl!

"Carl, you've disappointed me. This is the spider brother who has failed in the battle for the star master, right?Do you think the wings are stiff?!" The blue wolf's indifferent voice sounded like a knife.

"Brother Wolf, what do you have to say to this lowly human race, just kill it. Xiong Er's deep voice came.

"It's still the second brother who has a high opinion. The figure of the blue wolf appeared in the sky, holding a bone sword with a faint blue light in his hand, and he didn't know that it was taken from various demon beasts.

The blue wolf stared at Carl with blood-red eyes, as if the little lover he had raised for a few years had run away with someone else, and hatred and incomprehension were wildly intertwined in his eyes.

Nangong Fan smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Brother Karl, if you want to practice, you have to work hard." ”

Carl's face gradually returned to normal, and he was stunned again, this is a real devil!

No longer thinking about Nangong Fan's affairs, his pale face had a touch of brilliance, and his scattered eyes gradually became bright, like two invisible whirlpools that were deeply attracting the attention of everyone present.

The slow but steady pace of the torrent of steel stagnated slightly, as if a thin needle had pierced their hearts, giving them a slight pause in the perfect state they had built with countless hours and blood.

At this moment, it was as if the overall steel torrent was a little messy.

Karl's body slowly floated up into the air, his movements graceful and slow, like a king who never knew what his anxiety was, and who was calm and calm even when Tarzan collapsed in front of him.

Confident and calm, as if as long as he is there, the world will revolve around him.