Opening check-in: I became the villain

Zhou Zhitian looked indifferent, gently picked up the teacup on the table, lowered his head and took a sip, as if he didn't hear Xiao Tian's clamor at all.

It's really ridiculous, Han Yuezong gave him the saint girl, and he didn't ask for it on his own initiative, so it has nothing to do with him.

What's more, he has a prominent background, and it is reasonable for a low-level sect like the Hanyue Sect to follow him.

This Xiao Tian not only has no strength, but also no brains.

If the members of the Hanyue Sect present knew that the sect they believed in, in Zhou Zhitian's eyes, it was actually a low-level rank, they would probably vomit blood in anger.

As a person who traveled through time, Zhou Zhitian is well versed in the principles of sophistication. Since these people are willing to stand up for themselves, they must give some sweetness.

He volleyed a little, and a spiritual light emerged, and Long Suihua full of heaven and earth aura appeared in front of Liu Fuhai.

"Third grade elixir, dragon spike flower!"

Liu Fuhai exclaimed.

Everyone looked at this dragon spike flower, their eyes straightened.

This is a third-grade elixir, and it was taken out casually. The entire Cold Moon Sect has no more than five third-grade elixir, so it can be said to be extremely precious.

"Master Zhou, this...is too expensive, I cannot accept it."

Liu Fuhai stared straight at Long Suihua, and said against his will, it's not that he didn't want it, but he really felt that the elixir was expensive and he didn't dare to accept it.

"You do not want?"

Zhou Zhitian's voice was not loud, but it was full of unquestionable majesty.

Liu Fuhai's face turned pale, he didn't dare to continue to refuse, he was so frightened that he was out of his wits.

It's really a ghostly obsession, to dare to refuse Mr. Zhou's reward, to die!Liu Fuhai cursed inwardly.

Without hesitation, under the envious eyes of everyone, he took Long Suihua and took it.

In addition to being apprehensive and apprehensive, I also felt a little smug, and my goodwill was finally affirmed.

So what if the battle is defeated, next to the big tree of Mr. Zhou, his future is full of hope.

The others were dumbfounded. This was a genuine third-grade elixir, but Mr. Zhou in front of him took it out casually, obviously rich and powerful, and they were full of annoyance.

Why did you hesitate just now? If you can step forward, you will not only get the rare elixir, but also get the approval of Mr. Zhou, and the huge resources will continue to flow in the future.

Zhou Zhitian didn't pay attention to the eyes of these people, a cold light flashed in his eyes, then he glanced coldly at Xiao Tian, ​​and said.

"The tone is not small, but you deserve it too?"

In the next second, Zhou Zhitian's eyes froze, and the smile on the corner of his mouth did not dissipate, and he released his aura.

In an instant, a majestic momentum burst out from Zhou Zhitian's body, engulfing the mountains and rivers, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted.

Around him, there were bursts of hurricanes, the green robe rustled, and his aura reached its peak.

"What, the peak of the Spirit Sea Realm?"

Everyone saw clearly Zhou Zhitian's true strength, and they were all surprised.

You must know that even the suzerain of the Hanyue Sect is only at the late stage of the spiritual sea realm and has not yet reached the peak, and the elders are only at the early stage of the spiritual sea realm, and the middle stage is uneven.

Xiao Tian was dumbfounded, his eyes stared like copper bells, he desperately gathered his spiritual power in an attempt to resist this coercion, but even though he tried his best, he found that it was difficult for him to survive three breaths under this absolute pressure.

"Push"

Xiao Tian's face was pale, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he knelt limply on the ground.

The first confrontation, absolutely crushing.

In the deathly silence of the main hall, everyone thought it would be an evenly matched contest. No matter how bad it was, as the Holy Son of the Cold Moon Sect, he could survive ten rounds in the opponent's hands.

However, he never expected that one move would be instantly killed.

No, the other party didn't even move a hand, just relying on his momentum, he crushed Xiao Tian.

Is this the strength of the ancient wasteland? Everyone's heart is covered with a shadow.

Their Cold Moon Sect is one of the eight holy places in the Eastern Continent, but in the eyes of the other party, they are so vulnerable, even if they are the suzerain, they are not their opponents.

With his absolute strength, he slapped everyone present.

"No, it's impossible?"

Xiao Tian raised his head to the sky and screamed, and spit out a mouthful of blood again, his face was full of unwillingness.

Zhou Zhitian sneered, glanced lightly at Xiao Tian who was on the ground, and said, "Do you still have the courage to fight?"

Arrogant, domineering, that kind of look at the world, just one look, makes people daunting.

Hehe, pretending to be aggressive, no one knows better than him.

This is also the reason why he exposed his strength without reservation at the beginning, just to achieve such an effect.

In the hall, after a brief commotion, it fell into silence.

Even the Sect Master Han Yue, who had been observing all this indifferently, had a wonderful expression at the moment, with dull eyes and a pale face.

However, immediately, he became excited. As a result, he was even more grateful that he dedicated his daughter to this young master yesterday. With such a background, their Hanyue Sect will definitely rise to the top and become the head of the Eight Great Sacred Grounds.

"As expected of an outstanding person in the ancient wasteland, he has reached the late stage of the Linghai realm at a young age, which makes me, an old man, very envious."

The head of Hanyue Sect stood up respectfully, and congratulated with fists in both hands.

"I just said that the people who came out of the ancient wasteland are all dragons and phoenixes among the people. This kind of strength surpasses the young leaders of Dongzhou Continent."

"Young Master Zhou, I am so impressed."

Everyone reacted and congratulated one by one.

Xiao Tian heard that everyone was chasing Zhou Zhitian, spurted blood again, looked at Zhou Zhitian bitterly, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said: "If I have the resources of the ancient wasteland, I will definitely crush you , wait, I will find you sooner or later."

After Xiao Tian finished speaking, he didn't leave immediately, but instead looked at the people of Han Yue Sect complicatedly.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining [-] Luck Points, and another [-] Luck Points are needed to obtain the marrow wash."

Zhou Zhitian's heart skipped a beat.

He could see it. With this understanding, it can be said that if you want to get the marrow washing liquid, you must first get a lot of luck.

"I don't know if there will be special rewards if the luck is positive."

Thinking of this in his heart, Xiao Tian's resentful voice came from his ear.

"Zhou Zhitian, let me ask you, last night, you and the saint..."

Xiao Tian clutched his chest and asked through gritted teeth. His heart ached, but he had to ask this question.

Zhou Zhitian smiled contemptuously, glanced lightly at Xiao Tian, ​​then at Qin Qiuyue, and said with a smile, "Lonely men and widows live in the same room, what do you think?"

Naturally, he would not miss such an opportunity to plunder his luck.

As soon as the words fell, Qin Qiuyue's figure trembled slightly, and then she looked at Zhou Zhitian calmly, but her expression was as calm as water, and nothing unusual could be seen.

"Successfully provoke the son of luck, in line with the villain's style, reward the villain with 1500 points."

If this continues, the mall will soon be able to open.

The master of Hanyue Sect was all smiles, after all, his plan was completed.

Xiao Tian roared angrily, looked at Zhou Zhitian with scarlet eyes, then glanced at the saint with heartache, and said: "Impossible, how could the saint choose you, I don't believe it..."