When the two martial artists saw this scene, their mouths were wide enough to eat several eggs.
The martial artist who was conducting the soul stone test said in a trembling voice: "The high-level soul stone... actually shattered... can directly crush a high-level soul stone with a trace of soul power. Is this a god-level master?"
"Oh my God! Have you seen this guy in a gray cloak? His soul power actually exploded a high-level soul stone."
"This must be a god-level powerhouse! There has never been such a powerhouse in the history of our town!"
When the people passing by saw Mu Bai undergoing the soul stone test, they caused an uproar. They immediately gathered around Mu Bai, talking to each other in shock, and looking at Mu Bai with eyes full of fanatical admiration.
This is the legendary god-level powerhouse! He can shatter mountains and rivers with just a wave of his hand, how can he not be respected by the world?
Mu Bai's face that was covered under the cloak couldn't tell what kind of expression he had, but he felt a little helpless in his heart. Originally, he didn't want anyone to notice him when he returned to Grand Town, but he didn't expect that after passing this soul stone test, he still accidentally looked like
It's too arrogant.
After all, he has cultivated to the supreme realm, and even a weak trace of divine power is not something that this ordinary high-level soul stone can bear.
The martial artist who was conducting the test came to his senses and hurriedly opened the door of the tavern for Mu Bai and said respectfully: "Sir, please come in."
Mubai nodded slightly and walked towards the tavern with the four attendants.
The guests who were drinking in the tavern had good ears and heard the noise outside the tavern very clearly. Unexpectedly, a god-level strongman suddenly came. With their surprised and fiery eyes, they immediately entered the tavern one by one.
Mubai looked at him with guilt, focusing on him and looking at him carefully.
Mu Bai didn't pay much attention, and led his attendants to a long, unoccupied table and sat down.
The air in the tavern is filled with a rich and mellow aroma of malt liquor, which makes people salivate.
The interior decoration here looks very simple. An ancient tree trunk is cut in half to make a simple wine table. Behind the wine table is a row of tall wooden wine barrels, divided into more than a hundred types. Hangings on the walls
The oldest oil lamp was lit, and the dim yellow light illuminated the entire tavern, which looked very much like the ancient times.
At this time, there are about a hundred guests scattered here, including strong men, handsome young people, and pretty women. Every guest has an elegant temperament that is different from ordinary people. After all, those who can sit here are all Samsungs.
Masters with soul power cultivation and above, with this level of cultivation, have a lot of property, which can be seen from the different noble and bright clothes they wear.
"He is actually a god-level powerhouse! I, Abigail, will pay for all the expenses this gentleman spent in this tavern today!" A red-haired man with a bold voice and wearing shining silver armor shouted.
Mu Bai could tell without looking that the man who spoke had a six-star soul power cultivation level and a metal quality. This kind of strength was considered to be among the upper-middle-class in Tianheng Continent.
However, the other guests on the side were not so reckless. They knew that masters like Mu Bai might resent being paid too much attention, otherwise they would not have to wear such low-key attire as a simple cloak.
They did not ask for a treat, or went to Mu Bai to ask for an autograph out of fanatical admiration. They even tried their best not to pay attention to Mu Bai and regarded Mu Bai as an ordinary guest who came to drink. This was the situation.
Basic courtesy and respect.
Mu Bai smiled and said: "Sir, I appreciate your kindness, but you don't need to spend any money."
After speaking, he slightly snapped his fingers with his right hand.
A handsome-looking waiter wearing a straight snow-white high-collar robe walked up to Mu Bai, nodded slightly and asked politely: "Dear guest, what kind of wine do you want to drink?"
Mu Bai had very good eyesight and glanced at the wooden wine barrels behind the wine counter. Each wine barrel had a corresponding wine name on it, and they were all relatively common wines on the mainland.