After hearing Qi Kunlun's words, the old man's smile became stronger, but his eyes were filled with a little unhappiness.

The old man just said that Pojun is not as good as Qi Kunlun, but his words made Qi Kunlun a little unhappy. "Slender" is not a good word, with contempt.

So Qi Kunlun said back to him that the old man likes to talk nonsense, and there are so many heroes in the world, so be careful that the wind will flash its tongue.

The old man's face is certainly unbearable by being taught this lesson by a junior. However, after all, he is an old man who has been living in the world for decades and will never turn against him because of a trivial matter.

"Dear guest, please!"

The guy put the tray in front of Qi Kunlun.

Pojun reached out to get it, but Qi Kunlun blocked it.

Qi Kunlun raised his hand, then put it down, then he suddenly raised his right hand, buckled his thumb inward, bent his index finger, and pinched it into a handprint.

His palm immediately hit him down, and then it burst out with a shocking sense of fist, which made people feel frightened.

The guy holding the tray was shocked and felt a creepy feeling, as if he was facing a Buddha with dignity in his treasure. He could not feel any resistance or hostility in his heart, and his body trembled.

Qi Kunlun pinched the teacup with two fingers, and casually took it up from the tray.

Po Jun then woke up. It turned out that the guy holding the tray was a master with very powerful body skills. His kung fu was also perfect. If he took action rashly, it would be another way to get the teacup. If he was teased by him, it would be embarrassing.

"It's worthy of being the bud of the winged dragon. The general emerges, and the foundation is so loud." The old man couldn't help but pat the table gently, with a little admiration in his tone.

After Qi Kunlun placed the teacup flat in his hand, he raised his hand to the guy holding the long-mouthed teapot.

The guy didn't say much, and his body rotated and suddenly a "iron bridge" poured his body over. The long-mouthed teapot in his hand poured straight towards the teacup in Qi Kunlun's hand.

The teapot is not filled with hot water, but boiling oil. The oil is poured out of the mouth of the pot and steams, falling into the tea cup, making the tea leaves in the tea cup whirring, as if it is about to explode.

The oil quickly filled up, but the guy's hand did not stop and continued to pour.

The hot oil spread across the cup mouth and flowed along the back of Qi Kunlun's hand, and then dripped from the back of his hand to the ground.

The hot oil and water seemed to have no effect on Qi Kunlun. He seemed to have lost his pain nerves and watched the teacup in his hand continue to overflow with hot oil and water.

"They are as angry as a big net, and they are in the midst of movement..." The old man touched his beard and was even more surprised. It was rare to see a young man with such profound skills.

If you observe carefully, you can see that the pores on the back of Qi Kunlun's hand are undergoing subtle changes, and the internal energy in his body bursts out, as if a layer of gloves were wrapped around the surface, causing all the oil and water to flow down the "gloves", without hurting the back of his hand.

At this time, the guy turned over, stopped pouring tea, looked straight at Qi Kunlun, and said, "Please!"

Without saying a word, Qi Kunlun picked up the cup and a cup of hot oil tea entered his mouth, and saw his throat swaying.

"Gudong!Gudong!"

After a few swallowing sounds, he drank a cup of oil tea.
Chapter completed!