Super Resolution System

Lin Yaoyang was the only one who noticed this detail. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. A peak First Grade Spiritual Force Weapon was really sensitive to Qi. The Qi in his body started to flow slightly, but the weapon in his hand had already started to react.    

    

Only God knew what kind of power and dazzling light this weapon would release if he fully unleashed his strength.    

    

For a moment, Lin Yaoyang's heart began to have some anticipation.    

    

Lin Faang rushed over at a very fast speed. His eyes were filled with anger when he looked at Lin Yaoyang. Obviously, the appearance of Lin Yaoyang's divine presence had deeply provoked his young heart.    

    

It was estimated that he wanted to kill Lin Yaoyang as soon as possible. However, Lin Faang also knew that if he really wanted to kill Lin Yaoyang, he absolutely couldn't do it himself. Why didn't Elder Lin Quan come personally?    

    

If he had the guts to kill Lin Yaoyang, there would be so many elders of Lin Yaoyang's father, Lin Qinghee, and the rest of the elders watching him.    

    

At that time, even if Elder Lin Quan wanted to protect him, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. He was afraid that he would end up just like Lin Yaoyang.    

    

Lin Fang was trying her best to control the emotions in her heart. When Lin Yaoyang saw Lin Faang's furious look, he understood why this guy hated him for no reason.    

    

He was just too outstanding in the past. Who knew how much the male juniors in the family hated him?    

    

Lin Yaoyang had some understanding about this. When he first came to the Lin Prefecture, he could easily tell which two disciples were treating him with respect.    

    

However, Lin Yaoyang didn't show them any good expression. If his talent wasn't good enough, he would work even harder. It seemed like he was blaming others for snatching away his cultivation resources all day long.    

    

It really made people lose sympathy. Such a person wasn't worth sympathizing with at all!    

    

Moreover, if Lin Yaoyang chose to return to his glorious life, he would be crippled for two years. He would be looked down upon by others and finally obtain the system.    

    

Lin Yaoyang would definitely choose to be crippled without any hesitation. Although he had great talent in the past, that was only relative to the Qingye Town.    

    

If he continued to rely on this tiny Qingye Town and the tiny Lin Family to cultivate, how far could he walk on the path of cultivation?    

    

No matter how good his talent was, without the support of the corresponding resources, it would be useless. Perhaps Lin Yaoyang would become a figure like Director Zhao in the future.    

    

Perhaps with Lin Yaoyang's talent, he would be able to reach the level of Wu Zong, but so what? Based on Lin Yaoyang's ambition, it was far from enough.    

    

In Lin Yaoyang's heart, he was thinking of reaching the peak of this world and becoming a Titled Martial God. How could he be willing to become a small Wu Zong and wait for his death under the shade of a big power?    

    

Although he had been crippled for two years, ever since he obtained the system, the improvement he had received in the past three days was equivalent to cultivating alone for more than ten years!    

    

Furthermore, with the help of the System, he had obtained so many high-level cultivation techniques and combat techniques. Even the disciples of the top factions on this continent would only be able to obtain so many resources.    

    

Which was more important? Ordinary people would know what to choose.    

    

Lin Yaoyang held the Spiritual Force Weapon in his hand and stood motionless on the spot. However, in the eyes of others, it would be different.    

    

What they saw was Lin Yaoyang's indifferent face. He was smiling as he waited for Lin Faang to rush in front of him with the sword in his hand.    

    

He didn't even make a defensive posture. 、    

    

"What is he doing? Does he want to die? Which sword is Lin Faang holding? If it hits an ordinary person like Lin Yaoyang, I think he will die instantly."    

    

A man sitting next to Lin Qinghee murmured. The other man next to him said in an unpleasant tone, "I think this young man has completely resigned himself to his fate. He just wants to die a quick death. It was just that being stabbed to death by such a sword didn't make him look good. Later, when the blood flowed on the floor, it wouldn't look good on him. It'll be troublesome for others to clean it, really. "    

    

After Lin Qinghee heard what the man said, his face turned livid. He turned his head and let out a deep roar. He didn't even say the man's name. He just said, "If you dare to say another word, even if the patriarch is here today... I will fight you to the death and kill you on the spot! "    

    

When the man heard this, he was stunned for a moment. When he saw Lin Qinghee's fierce look, he shrank his head and snorted coldly. He didn't respond to Lin Qinghee's words.    

    

Then, as if he had felt it, he didn't have any face on his face. The expression on his face turned ugly.    

    

As for Lin Yaoyang's mother, who was sitting next to Lin Qinghee, she couldn't say a word. She just stared at what was happening on the scene.    

    

Despair was revealed in her eyes. She looked as if she had already seen Lin Yaoyang being stabbed by Lin Faang, and blood was splashing everywhere.    

    

Lin Qinghee's face was ashen. A few deep cracks had clearly appeared on the armrest of the chair that he was holding. It could be seen how heavy Lin Qinghee's heart was at this moment.    

    

Lin Faang rushed in front of Lin Yaoyang in just a few steps. He shouted with a ferocious smile on his face." Hahaha! Cousin Lin Yaoyang, I'm sorry!"    

    

That hysterical look, his mouth was wide open, and some of his saliva even flew out.    

    

Lin Yaoyang frowned. Lin Faang's sword went straight towards Lin Yaoyang's chest. When the tip of Lin Faang's sword reached a few inches away from Lin Yaoyang,    

    

Lin Yaoyang finally moved. He exerted all his strength! He jumped backwards and took a small step forward. Then, he raised the sword in his hand and placed it on his chest.    

    

"Frame!"    

    

A crisp sound was heard. The place where Lin Faang's sword touched Lin Yaoyang was filled with thick fog. Everyone knew where the fog was. It was clearly the cold air emitted by the weapon in Lin Faang's hand.    

    

For a moment, everyone felt as if the weather had become colder. They couldn't help but hug their chests.