C120 It Was an Act
C120 It Was an Act
Lin Faang slightly raised the sword in his hand. What did he mean by that? He wanted Lin Quan to test the sword in Lin Yaoyang's hand, although Lin Faang also wanted to fight Lin Yaoyang. He wanted to experience the power of the Spiritual Force Weapon and ridicule Lin Yaoyang.
However, Lin Faang didn't dare. After what happened just now, how could Lin Faang still dare to fight with Lin Quan for these things? He didn't want to live anymore.
However, Lin Faang held the sword in his hand for a long time, but he didn't see Lin Quan reach out his hand to take the sword away. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. He raised his head and looked at Lin Quan.
Lin Quan looked at Lin Faang and said." Humph! You can try it with him. This old man doesn't like to compete with a junior. "
He was still here because he wanted to save face. Lin Qinghee heard what Lin Quan said. In his fury, he couldn't help but speak in a low voice. Lin Quan pretended not to hear what he said. In his opinion, there would be tears for him later. When Lin Yaoyang's sword was broken, he would immediately kill this Lin Yaoyang.
Your Lin Qinghee's son has already been killed by me. At that time, I would like to see how arrogant you are in front of me. You will be making sarcastic remarks at the side. When the time comes, I will let you watch me kill your son. You still can't stop me? Tsk, tsk, tsk. How can I feel good about it?
When Lin Quan thought of this, he threw all the unpleasant words that Lin Qinghee had said to him to the back of his mind. He glanced at Lin Qinghee with a trace of pity in his eyes.
Lin Qinghee naturally knew what this old fool, Lin Quan, was trying to do. However, Lin Qinghee still showed a trace of disappointment on his face. It was because he had no way of stopping this Lin Quan.
Was he really going to watch his son be killed by this old fool, Lin Quan, in front of him?
Lin Qinghee's eyes revealed a trace of pain. He turned his head and shifted his gaze to Lin Yaoyang.
However, when Lin Qinghee saw the relaxed and indifferent expression on Lin Yaoyang's face, it was as if he wasn't afraid of anything. As if he was unaware of what was about to happen, Lin Qinghee's face froze.
Could it be that this silly kid, Lin Yaoyang, still didn't know what would happen later? But... this didn't make sense. Lin Yaoyang wasn't an idiot. How could he not realize that? But what exactly is with this confident look of his...
Lin Qinghee's heart sank into deep worry. Indeed, Lin Yaoyang didn't feel any burden at all. In his point of view, the combat strength of these people in front of him was... It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were a bunch of weak chickens.
So what if they were facing a group of weak chickens? How could they expect Lin Yaoyang to show a timid expression?
After Lin Faang heard what Lin Quan said, to be able to humiliate this annoying Lin Yaoyang in front of so many people... This was something that Lin Faang had dreamt of even in his dreams. Now, the opportunity had been given to him.
The corner of Lin Faang's mouth curled up slightly. He was in a good mood. He thought of the despair that might appear on Lin Yaoyang's face later, and how he would be killed by Elder Lin Quan in front of so many people.
Lin Faang's heart was filled with wild joy. As long as Lin Yaoyang died, he, Lin Faang, would be the highest level of cultivation amongst the younger generation of Lin Family.
The treatment that Lin Yaoyang received in the past might be directly transferred to him.
When he thought of the younger generation in his family, all the men would have to respectfully call him Brother Fang. The girls would all surround him with infatuated looks on their faces, causing Lin Faang's heart to heat up. It was as if he couldn't control himself anymore.
Finally, Lin Faang could not hold it in anymore. He held the sword with his left hand. He walked straight to where Lin Yaoyang was. As he walked, he said with a smirk, "Cousin Lin Yaoyang, I hope you can take out a weapon that will satisfy everyone. Your life is now in your hands. You have to be responsible for it. Hehehe."
Lin Yaoyang looked at Lin Faang with an evil smile on his face. He was snorting coldly. This idiot really thought that he was invincible. However, there was one thing this guy said was right. His life was in his hands.
This was the advantage brought by his strength. Now that he had recovered his strength, not only would he not feel afraid when he returned to the Lin Family, he would be able to stand in front of these people freely and openly.
Although they didn't know that he had recovered his strength, they knew that the reason why they dared to do this was because they had the strength to back them up.
Lin Yaoyang smiled and nodded at Lin Faang, "Cousin Lin Faang is right. If this is the case, I will take out the sword I found and present it to you."
Everyone's eyes focused a little when they heard what Lin Yaoyang said. They all stared at the sheath on Lin Yaoyang's waist, wanting to see what kind of weapon Lin Yaoyang would take out.
Lin Yaoyang stretched out his hand and placed it on the Spiritual Force Weapon made from Snake King with green Scale's Demonic Core. The sword hilt made by the system was very strange, as if it was created by himself.
Lin Yaoyang didn't know if it was iron or something, but he felt that his hand was icy cold, but it didn't feel like it was made of metal at all. It was very comfortable to be held in his palm.
This time, Lin Yaoyang didn't use any of the qi in his body. Even the qi that was circulating in his body was suppressed by Lin Yaoyang.
He wanted to draw out the sword so that the light wouldn't be too bright. He wanted to scare the group of people sitting here.
One should know that when Lin Yaoyang held the sword for the first time, he was shocked by the power of the sword no matter where he held it.
He had never seen a weapon that could emit such a blazing light. The defective weapon in Lin Faang's hand was even more unworthy to be compared with him.
It wasn't even worthy to carry shoes. Swoosh! The crisp sound of a sword being drawn rang out. Lin Yaoyang pulled the sword out from the sheath. He then raised it high in the air. Everyone's heads were lifted up as well.