The tenth of Lin Tian's challenge is Yang Xiaoyong. It was a threefold spiritual priest in the psychic realm, and he couldn't help but grin when he saw Lin Tian challenging himself.

"A miscellaneous disciple dares to challenge me? hehe, it's really beyond my strength. Yang Xiaoyong smiled secretly in his heart, and let this kid know what talent is and what is called an outer disciple. I don't know how high the sky is, so I will educate him for free and let him know: This world depends on talent, and miscellaneous disciples, without a little talent, can't go far just by luck.

"Let's go!"

Yang Xiaoyong immediately raised a golden spiritual power around him, like a stream of gold and iron. Take the shape of a sword.

Some of the disciples who were in a hurry to distance felt a sense of suffocation. "Wow!" a miscellaneous disciple leaned too close, his face flushed, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth.

Some of the other disciples were full of disgust, "A miscellaneous disciple, also come to join in the fun." ”

"It's amazing! Senior Brother Yang is Jin Linggen, and he has a strong affinity for metallics, and now, I don't think this miscellaneous disciple can resist even a move. ”

"Whew, whew!" Those imaginary swords attacked at a rapid pace, flying towards Lin Tian's location.

Lin Tian's face was solemn, this Yang Xiaoyong could rank tenth, and he really had strong strength, but he had a yang spirit finger, and the aura around him fluctuated, and his fingers turned into a spirit sword. One after another, the phantom spirit sword qi flew out.

Bang Bang!

The sound was endless, and the aura sword shadows of the two collided together, and the two were evenly matched in this blow.

"Hmph! However, you can't hold the next move!" Yang Xiaoyong quickly slashed out with one palm, and the next palm immediately cleaved. A palm is as fast as a palm, forming a series of palm shadows.

Splitting the Mountain!

Lin Tian's face was expressionless, still Yang Spirit Finger, dancing quickly, blocking Yang Xiaoyong's Mountain Splitting Spirit Palm.

Yang Xiaoyong was a little annoyed when he saw that he had no merit in this move at this time, and his body changed as soon as he became open and closed, flew up, and fought with Lin Tian.

Lin Tian dodged it lightly.

More than 20 moves have passed, and the two are still fighting.

The disciple below said: "Senior Brother Yang, you usually fight with people, but it is rare that you can't take the other party for so long, who is this miscellaneous disciple?"

"It's Senior Brother Yang who released the water. Senior Brother Yang, hurry up and kill him, fighting with a miscellaneous disciple for so long, it will lose the majesty of our outer disciple!" shouted a disciple next to him.

Yang Xiaoyong suddenly shouted, he had fought with a miscellaneous disciple for so long and didn't win, even if he won, he would have a ** share. But the more you fight, the more frightened you become, and your own moves, the other party can always downplay them.

"Ah...... Ah......" Yang Xiaoyong was completely angry, and the aura around him was fluctuating.

"Golden Spirit Fist!"

"Look, Yang Xiaoyong has made a killer move, this move, but he is invincible, and he is invincible!"

I saw Yang Xiaoyong, his body seemed to be bathed in golden light, like a golden golden man, and the overwhelming golden spiritual power smashed towards Lin Tian!

Lin Tian took a sharp breath and ran the Gathering Spirit Technique, and the spiritual power of more than thirty zhang around him was frantically absorbed by Lin Tian, and his black hair flew automatically without wind.

Boom!

The two fists are handed over together!

With a scream, a figure flew out.

"Miscellaneous disciples are miscellaneous disciples, and when it comes to real knives and real guns, they will immediately fail. Some of the outer disciples said with smug faces.