Lu Mingjun had a pleased smile on his face. It seemed that the training session given to him before was extremely necessary.
Without Mr. Han's training, Zhou Qi would not be in such a state.
Everything is complementary to each other. Of course, this is also inseparable from Zhou Qi's own efforts.
After receiving Lu Mingjun's affirmative reply, everyone felt relieved.
If they were worried about Zhou Qi's safety before, now they can appreciate the battle from the perspective of passers-by.
In fact, just as Lu Mingjun said, Ancestor Han Mo began to become timid.
Zhou Qi quickly and completely gained the upper hand. In fact, this was no wonder Ancestor Han Mo.
His cold energy was completely unable to exert its corresponding effect, and was firmly suppressed by Zhou Qi.
This caused all his advantages to disappear, and he was unable to display his usual abilities.
Mr. Han also plays with cold air and has a deep understanding of this.
"Mingjun, can you tell me why the cold energy in your body is so overbearing? The cold energy in Ancestor Hanmo is also very powerful, but in front of Zhou Qi, there is no room for it."
So after watching for a while, Mr. Han asked Lu Mingjun.
He was also eager to figure this out. Why is Lu Mingjun so powerful?
"Haha, this may be one of my special moves, right? Zhou Qi refined two cold qi, that's why he has the ability he has now."
Young Master Lu said with a smile, all this is thanks to the blood jade and the colorful exquisite pagoda.
Of course, it was not convenient for him to talk about this externally, so he could only vaguely talk about it.
Everything was a coincidence. If I asked him to explain it, he wouldn't know how to say it.
Mr. Han also knew that this might be someone else's secret, so it would be impolite to ask.
So after hearing this answer, I stopped asking any more questions.
But it was Zhou Qi in the ring who had absolutely taken control of the situation.
The coldness on his body became heavier and heavier, and the same was true for the moves he performed.
Although Ancestor Han Mo was born into playing with cold energy, he can no longer bear it now.
At this moment, he felt as if he was in an ice cellar. It was so cold.
The coldness on his body was nothing compared to Zhou Qi's.
This is definitely the first time we have encountered this situation, which makes Ancestor Hanmo somewhat unable to adapt.
Zhou Qi's realm is obviously several levels behind his own, so why does this happen?
Just imagine, I am half-stepping into the realm of a master, but I am actually being suppressed and beaten by a guy who is in the acquired realm. How embarrassing is this for Ancestor Han Mo?
The shame was only one aspect, he really didn't know what to do.
"Young man named Zhou, what kind of kung fu are you doing?"
Ancestor Han Mo roared hysterically, he had never been so embarrassed.
"Hmph, as long as I can subdue you, it's a good skill, so don't ask about this, just accept death!"
As he spoke, Zhou Qi's attack speed became even faster.
The two of them were on the ring, and a white circle of cold air gradually formed.
At the beginning, they could still be seen clearly, it was just a faint mist.
But as time went on, the fog began to become thicker.
In the end, the entire arena was surrounded by such mist, and everyone around began to feel the coldness...