When he got home, Zhou Qi was already practicing in his room.
Lu Mingjun called him out because he needed to talk to him about this matter.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
Zhou Qi knew that Lu Mingjun called him, so there must be something wrong.
"How are you practicing? Is there anything you don't understand? If so, tell me and I will tell you how to proceed."
Lu Mingjun asked Zhou Qi with a smile.
"I have completely refined the cold energy you gave me. Now I can say that I have mastered it. As long as I don't meet a master of your level, ordinary people will have no problems."
Zhou Qi said happily that no matter who he faced now, he was full of confidence.
"That's good, by the way, let me tell you something. The martial arts conference is about to be held, so you have to adjust your condition to the best. Ancestor Hanmo will definitely go, and in this matter,
I'm not going to help you solve it either.
So you have to rely on yourself in everything, and you must break through this shackles, otherwise it will imprison you for a lifetime, do you understand what that means? I am not worried about your cultivation, I am worried about your mental state."
Lu Mingjun told Zhou Qi what happened.
After listening to his words, Zhou Qi looked extremely excited.
His body even trembled a little, and it seemed like he was remembering what happened before.
Therefore, the more he behaves like this, the more worried Lu Mingjun becomes.
As long as he can adjust his mental state, his chances of winning will be much greater.
But as Lu Mingjun said, there was nothing he could do to help him in this regard.
Unless he takes action himself to kill this Hanmo Ancestor.
But in that case, Zhou Qi may be able to overcome this hurdle in his lifetime.
Therefore, Mr. Lu will never do that. He will let Zhou Qi resolve this matter by himself.
As long as he overcomes this hurdle, his cultivation career will be smooth sailing from now on.
"Brother, don't worry, I will adjust my condition!"
After a moment of silence, Zhou Qi spoke.
But his voice was also a little trembling, and Lu Mingjun knew that it was useless what he said now.
Zhou Qi has to adjust all this by himself.
If that day comes and he really can't handle it, Lu Mingjun will definitely take action.
It was impossible for him to watch Zhou Qi be killed by Ancestor Han Mo, but in this way, Zhou Qi's cultivation would be like that in this life.
This is the result that Lu Mingjun least wants to see, but this possibility is the greatest.
"Don't think too much. I will be supporting you at all times. Don't worry and do it boldly."
Lu Mingjun didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only pat Zhou Qi on the shoulder.
Then he went back to his room, while Zhou Qi was sitting on the sofa, wondering what he was thinking?
There was nothing to say all night, and the next day Lu Mingjun woke up.
I saw that Zhou Qi was still sitting on the sofa, maintaining the same posture as last night.
In other words, this guy didn't sleep all night, and Lu Mingjun was also drunk.
"Xiao Qi, how are you?"
After hearing Lu Mingjun's voice, Zhou Qi came back to his senses.
His eyes were bloodshot, his beard was unkempt, and his hair was fluffy.
The whole person looked extremely decadent, as if he had been severely tortured.