Seeing the horrified expression on Patriarch Hanmo's face, Zhou Qi felt so happy.
This is what he wants. Doesn't this old guy look down on himself?
What now? Does he still dare to think that way?
At this time, Zhou Qi just wants to gain this reputation and slap those who once looked down on him in the face.
Of course, the person he was most grateful for at this moment was Lu Mingjun.
Without his eldest brother, how could he show off his power in the ring even if he was suffering from cold poison?
"How could this happen? How could this happen? What kind of skill are you doing?"
Ancestor Hanmo was a little panicked. He had never seen such overbearing cold energy before.
I always thought that I was the ancestor who played with coldness, but now after comparing it, I found that he is actually the grandson.
The huge gap made him a little unbearable.
What’s even more damning is that the other party is still my former trial tool.
How could this make him feel so embarrassed? So Patriarch Hanmo was eager to know where the problem was.
"Old man, do you really think that your coldness is invincible? To tell you the truth, your three-legged cat skills are simply not enough. Don't worry, I will tell you everything before you die.
But I can’t say it yet because I want to leave you with some surprises. I believe it won’t be long before you know the real answer to the matter, so let’s continue!”
Zhou Qi did not talk nonsense to Patriarch Hanmo, but directly opened him up.
And launched a new round of attack, and the two men fought again.
After experiencing the first collision, a shadow was left in Ancestor Hanmo's heart.
Therefore, he always carries great pressure when making moves.
As a result, the technical movements are somewhat deformed.
Let's put it this way, he who can usually exert 100% of his strength can only exert 70% at most now.
And this was the situation under which he tried his best. When Lu Mingjun saw this, a smile appeared on his face.
Psychological quality is also an extremely important indicator when fighting.
If your mental quality is not strong enough, you will definitely lose when you encounter a well-matched opponent.
The current state of Ancestor Han Mo is the best example.
"Mingjun, what are you laughing at?"
After seeing this, Mr. Han asked Lu Mingjun directly.
He was a little curious. Did Lu Mingjun see something wrong?
But I also looked at the two people fighting seriously, so why didn't I feel anything?
"Ancestor Hanmo is already panicking. The palm that Zhou Qi gave him just now has had a miraculous effect. If nothing else, this old guy won't be able to display his corresponding strength at all."
Lu Mingjun said with a smile.
After everyone heard this, they began to feel overjoyed.
No one dared to question what Mr. Lu said, because what he said was like the truth.
"Brother Lu, does that mean Zhou Qi can win this victory?"
Of course, the happiest person is Zhou Qi’s girlfriend Chen Qian.
At this moment, she had already dug her nails into the palm of her hand.
In her heart, she was worried about her lover, so after hearing Lu Mingjun's words, she was extremely excited.
"Of course, I said it before the battle. If nothing else happens, Zhou Qi will gain new insights in the process. I believe it won't be long before he can break through again."