MTL - Beauty and the Bodyguard

  Lin Yi's eyelids twitched involuntarily: "There is such a usage of luck?"

  As the owner of huge luck, Lin Yi naturally knows that luck is a good thing and has various mysterious effects.

However, apart from some relatively superficial blessings of luck entering the body, Lin Yi's eyes are dimmed when it comes to some truly substantive deep-level usages of luck, just like how to obtain a large amount of luck, it is basically blank. By personal exploration.

  If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, I'm afraid even he would have found it unbelievable that using huge luck can greatly improve his personal strength in a short period of time!

  The exaggeration of the lifting range far exceeds any other stimulation aids.

  Feeling the unprecedented powerful power in his body, Emperor Ling looked at Lin Yi with contemptuous eyes: "Your body seems to be very strong, but I don't know if it can match this emperor's King Kong!"

  Whilst speaking, his body flashed and came to the top of Lin Yi's head, and he smashed down heavily with his arms forming a hammer.

  Lin Yi was caught off guard and could only reach out to block.

  Boom!

  The place where Lin Yi was standing was suddenly reduced to a two-foot-wide pit, hundreds of meters deep, black without bottom.

  Linghuang smiled triumphantly: "Don't worry, you have been sealed by the bird in the cage. I don't bully you. It's just physical body against physical body. Let's see how strong you are!"

   As he said that, he chased after him.

  However, in less than half a second, he was blasted up, accompanied by Lin Yi's indifferent voice: "Don't cry if you suffer later."

   "Sharp mouth!"

  The Emperor Ling rushed forward with golden light again.

  Both sides come and go, every move is punched to the flesh, and the places they pass are all deep pits that have been baptized by tactical missiles. Everyone who survived the audience was stunned.

  Battles of this level are rare. As for pure hand-to-hand combat at this level, it is even more rare in ten thousand years.

   But even if it was just pure hand-to-hand combat, the aftermath of the energy unintentionally brought up by the two of them still had a fatal threat to the bystanders, and the wailing of the unlucky ghost came from time to time.

  The two sides fought each other for a full quarter of an hour before they finally separated again.

  At this time, the Hall of the Emperor of the Spirit was completely devastated, no longer the majesty and solemnity of the past, but showing a sense of desolation like a doomsday battlefield.

  Lin Yi exhaled softly, looked at the other party who was still shining golden: "Your King Kong is not bad, it is really hard."

  Linghuang sneered back with a relaxed face: "You have tried your best, but I haven't really exerted my strength yet."

  Lin Yi looked strange: "Really? But your hands seem to be shaking?"

   "..."

  Linghuang froze, and slowly stretched his hand behind his back, looking at Lin Yi with a slightly imperceptible haze.

  Not to mention anything else, at least in the quarter of an hour of physical confrontation, the two were indeed evenly divided, and neither of them really gained the upper hand.

You know, this is the result of him temporarily forcibly increasing his strength by taking advantage of the luck of the whole family. If he uses his own strength, if he really wants to play this kind of pure physical battle with Lin Yi, he will be crushed to death. The fate of the scum!

  With his pride as an emperor, how could he tolerate such an unbearable result!

  Linghuang snorted heavily: "Didn't you realize that this emperor's strength is still skyrocketing?"

   While speaking, his aura rose again at a speed visible to the naked eye, unexpectedly reaching the category comparable to the peak venerable in the middle of the human mysterious stage!

  Lin Yi's eyelids twitched wildly.

  If this can continue to skyrocket without limit, how can we fight?

  The increase in physical strength is only the tip of the iceberg for the Linghuang at the moment. If he really lets go, even the current Lin Yi will frown when he sees it.

  However, Linghuang insisted on insisting on the practice of physical combat. Although it can be regarded as the pride of a physical master to a certain extent, Lin Yi still felt that something was wrong.

  A kind of deja vu is wrong.

   "Aren't you using me as a sharpening stone?"

  Lin Yi grinned strangely. Once upon a time, he did the same thing in front of a strong enemy, and more than once.

   I didn't expect that today it turned into a stepping stone for others. It's really a feng shui turn.

  Linghuang showed a disdainful expression: "You are also worthy?"

At this time, the old man who was watching the battle from a distance finally realized something was wrong, and shouted angrily: "Bastard! You dare to use this method to polish the luck of the whole clan into your own personal luck. You are betraying the clan! I want Abolish your position as the Spirit Emperor!"

  The rest of the high-ranking spirit clan members were in an uproar when they heard the words.

  Just seeing such a domineering performance of the Linghuang, they were still pleasantly surprised. After all, the stronger the Linghuang, the farther away the spirit clan will be from the end of the clan, and the safer they, the high-level people, will be.

  But when they heard the old man's roar at this moment, they finally reacted belatedly.

  In the so-called physical battle, Linghuang didn't want to conquer Lin Yi head-on at all, but used this method to cheat the world and steal the luck of the whole family.

  Luck is the foundation of a family.

  The most important thing for the spirit race to survive under the threat of powerful human forces is to rely on their luck.

  Once the luck of the whole clan is swallowed by the Linghuang himself, the fate of the other members of the Lingzu can be imagined.

   "Heh, did you finally find out?"

  Linghuang glanced at the old man with disdain: "Unfortunately, it's too late, old man."

   After he finished speaking, he spit out a mouthful of saliva, but it was like a miniature cannonball piercing through the old man's throat from a distance of several miles.

  The old man stood there in a daze, insisting on not falling down, but he died of anger, and he died with regret!

  The audience was shocked.

  All the high-level spirit clan looked at the Linghuang with horror on their faces.

  Although many of them are on the side of the Linghuang, even the most diehard fans of the Linghuang would never dare to imagine the scene in front of them.

  Even if the Emperor Ling killed the Qing family who had turned into a totem of loyalty, they would understand. After all, this is politics. Humans are political animals, and so are the Ling people.

  However, the old man himself is from the lineage of the Spirit Emperor.

  No matter what he does, even if it seems that his heart is for the Qing clan, he is still thinking about the Linghuang lineage in essence.

  Anyone with a discerning eye can see this.

  Especially for the new emperor who has just ascended to the throne, such an elder of the royal family is even more needed to **** him. As long as there is an old man around, no matter what kind of embarrassing situation the Spirit Clan encounters, at least there will always be a chance to end it decently.

  Once the old man is gone, there will be no room for change in many things.

  Who would have thought that the Emperor Ling would kill such a sea-fixing needle with his own hands!

  It is so hot that it really makes everyone shudder.

The Emperor Ling sneered and looked at the senior leaders of the Spirit Race: "Listen well, from now on, the Spirit Race only allows one voice, and that is the voice of the Emperor, and all other voices are absolutely not allowed to exist, otherwise He is your fate."