He had met Patriarch Hanmo before, and also knew that Zhou Qi was his disciple.
But the moves this kid is using now are completely different from those used by Ancestor Han Mo.
And I don’t know how many levels higher it is. Isn’t this too perverted?
Originally, he thought that his brother was sure of victory, but now, Liu Menglei did not dare to say that.
It seems that as the white mist increases, Zhou Qi's combat effectiveness also increases.
"Uncle Liu, when Zhou Qi fought against Ancestor Han Mo, this was the scene. The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and it was impossible to see the two of them clearly.
When the fog finally dissipates, Ancestor Hanmo has turned into an ice sculpture, so I must ask my second uncle to pay attention and not fall into the trap of being surnamed Zhou!"
Huo Lie reminded Liu Menglei.
However, Liu Menglei didn't have any good solution, because now it was a one-on-one duel between two people.
If you step forward rashly, you will break the rules of the world.
This is extremely embarrassing for experts like them.
So now he can only keep doing it and worry, there is no good way.
"Menglong, don't let this kid fight so comfortably. If his fog formation is completed, it will be very detrimental to you."
In desperation, Liu Menglei could only shout to his younger brother in the circle, hoping to remind him.
But at this time, Liu Menglong was smiling bitterly.
How could he not know how to disrupt Zhou Qi's rhythm? But the reality does not allow it.
The abilities displayed by this boy Zhou Qi were completely beyond his imagination.
No matter how I fight him, I can't stop the white mist from increasing.
At this moment, it was a little difficult for him to see anything.
Moreover, the white mist continues to increase, and the surrounding temperature begins to become colder and colder.
Zhou Qi himself was like a koi, moving quickly through the white mist.
He is even more at ease, and this is completely a process of one ebb and flow.
If Liu Menglong was full of confidence before the battle, now he has no confidence at all.
If this continues, defeat will be a matter of time for him.
"Hehe, didn't you expect that? I haven't noticed your cultivation yet. Humph, your brother is my target, you are just a foil!"
Zhou Qi's annoying voice came over, and Liu Menglong wanted to refute, but he didn't even have a chance to speak.
Because now, he needs to concentrate 100%.
Zhou Qi's attack speed is getting faster and faster. If he doesn't work hard, he may be defeated immediately.
It can be said that since his debut, Liu Menglong has never fought such a frustrating battle.
But what can he do? He can only grit his teeth and continue to persevere, hoping that a miracle will happen.
It seems a bit unrealistic to expect a miracle to happen to Lu Mingjun and Zhou Qi.
The two people's behavior is so similar that they can't be more cautious and never give their opponents a chance to turn defeat into victory.
As time went by, Liu Menglong's pressure increased.
At this moment, even walking was a big problem for him, and his whole body was completely shrouded in white mist.
Whether there was fog or mist in front of him, he could only rely on his feelings to resist Zhou Qi's attack.
This situation is simply a naked humiliation for Liu Menglong, who has a high self-esteem.