Ye Ziheng took a lot of things out of the box, but he didn't have time to be happy for a long time. The next second, his whole face sank down.

Not far in front of me, another group of orcs appeared. They were of the third grade. The number of them was similar to the group of monsters just now, but not much less than them.

"Shit! It's a fart

Ye Ziheng is going crazy. Maybe he can resist it if he comes to 120 third class orcs. But how can he win if he comes to 100 at once!

The speed of the third class Orc is much faster than that of the second class ORC. Ye Ziheng is stunned for a short time, and the orcs have already rushed over.

Seeing this, ye Ziheng also had to hold on to the black iron stick and the dazzling explosive gun in his hand, and fought with them to death in the crowd of beasts.

But ten minutes later, ye Ziheng killed five or six of the beasts, but ye Ziheng was also exhausted. His hand holding the spear and stick kept shaking. He looked at his seventy-eight or eighty orcs and gasped for breath.

"Boy, you just got some pills for recovery. Use him quickly, or you will have nothing if you are cut to death by them."

When ye Ziheng heard this, he suddenly responded. Without saying a word, he took out some pills from the storage ring and put them into the import.

Then, ye Ziheng felt that his fatigue gradually disappeared, and his physical fitness gradually recovered. The whole man returned to his original state and rushed to many orcs again to fight against them.

In the next more than an hour, ye Ziheng had been relying on this method of playing. If he had strength, he would eat pills in the corner. When he had no strength, he would withdraw to eat pills in the corner, killing all 100 orcs in the third level.

"The host kills 100 third class orcs, stamina + 1000 points."

"Current physical fitness: 4840 + 1000 = 5840."

Physical strength has increased by a whole thousand points. If you put it in a normal situation, ye Ziheng will definitely be able to wake up in a dream, but now ye Ziheng just wants to cry.

A hundred third grade orcs, a whole hundred. If it hadn't been for some recovery pills, ye Ziheng would have really belched.

Thinking of this, ye Ziheng could not help feeling a burst of heartache, and then, the body of the orcs disappeared again, the box at the foot of Ye Ziheng appeared again.

Looking at the box in front of him, ye Ziheng would like to kick him open, but when he thought of the good things in it, he couldn't help being soft hearted and couldn't help it.

However, thinking that he might be besieged by a hundred fourth class orcs, ye Ziheng had to draw back his outstretched hand.

Although it is useless to delay time, ye Ziheng really wants to have a good rest now. He really feels that he is about to become a dog and must have a good rest.

"What does that son of a bitch want to do? I don't have a deep hatred with him. Do you need to do this to me?"

leaves make complaints about the sound of the Tucao.

"Did you sleep his wife?"

The voice of the blood feather demon enters ye Ziheng's ear, and ye Ziheng directly gives him a white eye.

Sleeping with someone else's wife? Please, I'm still a boy now.

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