A martial artist frowned slightly and looked at Mu Bai and said, "Everyone looks unfamiliar to you. Is this your first time in our Gran Town?"
An early-stage ancient god next to Mu Bai was furious. A martial artist in an ordinary plane who didn't even have a pseudo-god-level cultivation dared to question the Supreme Lord like this?
However, before his momentum broke out, there was no Mubai sound transmission to stop him.
"Don't act rashly without my order. We need to keep a low profile here and don't expose our identity."
"Yes." The early ancient god and the other three attendants calmed down a little after listening to Mu Bai's words. The early ancient god let out a cold snort from his nose, despising the existence of the martial artist from the bottom of his heart.
The martial artist could also clearly feel that the ancient god was disdainful of him in this early stage, but due to the occasion, he did not have an attack. But he should also feel lucky for this, otherwise he would not even know how he disappeared from this world.
clear.
Mubai's voice sounded gentle and pleasant, and he said calmly: "This was my hometown many years ago, and this is not my first time coming to Grand Town. As for your tavern, I have never been in it.
I came back for the first time just to visit some old friends."
After hearing this, the martial artist's expression softened slightly and said: "Since you have never entered our Grand Tavern, do you know the rules here?"
Mu Bai chuckled and asked, "What are the rules for entering the tavern?"
The martial artist said proudly: "The Gran Tavern is the pride of our Gran Town people. It is the symbol of our Gran Town and a gathering place for heroes. Only strong men with a soul power of three stars or above are qualified to enter our town.
Drinking in a tavern. If you don’t have this level of cultivation, just leave on your own."
Mu Bai smiled and said: "This rule sounds very interesting. I wonder who made it?"
The martial artist said: "Of course our first generation master made these rules himself."
Mu Bai nodded and said: "My friends and I have cultivation levels above three-star soul power. How can I prove it to you?"
The martial artist took out a dark round stone from his sleeve and said: "This is a high-level soul stone. Only masters with a cultivation level of three-star soul power or above can inject their souls into the soul stone, and the soul stone will shine. As long as it shines
Turn on the light and you can enter the tavern."
Mu Bai nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll give it a try."
As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and gently pressed his white palm on the soul stone in the martial master's hand.
The martial artist looked at the soul stone in his hand attentively. Through the light shining from this high-level soul stone, he could roughly judge the cultivation level of Mu Bai and others. Since the aura could not even be seen by himself, and he was not an ordinary person, he should be very
A strong master.
Mu Bai injected a trace of divine power into the soul stone.
The soul stone suddenly shone with a dazzling blood-red light in the hands of the martial artist. At the same time, the temperature of the soul stone became like red-hot iron. The martial artist was frightened and quickly condensed a trace of earth attribute soul power into the palm of his hand to resist the soul stone.
The scorching temperature coming from him, otherwise the skin and flesh on his palms would have been burned by the soul stone.
When the martial artist on the side saw this scene, his eyes widened in surprise.
The guy who can make high-level soul stones have such a reaction, his soul power cultivation level is at least ten-star emperor level! Or even higher!
A master of soul power above the emperor level, what kind of powerful figure is he on the mainland?
The martial artist holding the soul stone in his hand was also extremely surprised. However, this surprise did not last for a moment. There was only a crackling sound. The high-level soul stone in his hand could not withstand the divine power injected into it. Densely dense cracks appeared on the surface at the same time.
Then, it turned directly into a ball of powder, which was blown by the breeze and dissipated in the hands of the martial artist.