Su You struggled in his heart for a long time, and finally followed Su Fan to hand over the identity card to the person called Deacon Shen.

When all the monks dispersed, Deacon Shen, who was counting the identity cards, suddenly changed his face, and asked the monks below in a gloomy tone, "Who else hasn't handed over the identity cards?"

"Hehe, there are idiots who pretend to be smart and don't hand over their identity cards!"

"Wait a minute, we'll see again!"

"Rub it! There is always some unsightly garbage that wastes time!"

Some of the monks in the audience laughed darkly, and turned their heads to each other.

"Do you three think you can escape without handing over your identity cards, naïve!"

After waiting for a while, no one took the initiative to show up and hand over the identity card, Deacon Shen finally couldn't help it, only to see him take out a small square mirror from his arms and shine it at the monks in the field.

A faint purple light flashed from the small mirror and swept over the bodies of all the monks, and finally when it hit a monk whose eyes had been dodging, the entire mirror began to fluctuate like water lines.

"It's you, catch him!" Deacon Shen shouted as he pointed at the monk.

When the monk saw that he had been found, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly ran to the mouth of the spiral staircase: "I was tricked in, and they said they could send me home!"

His aura is quite weak, and his cultivation is only a soul master level 3.

"Kill him for me!"

Seeing that the monk actually wanted to escape, Deacon Shen was immediately furious.

"Ahh

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw several figures flying out of the crowd, and in a few steps they caught up with the fleeing monk, who had only time to let out a scream before he was cut to pieces by the fierce thugs with fierce faces.

"It's just an appetizer! It's a pity it's not enough to stuff your teeth!" said one of the evil cultivators, licking the blood stains on the knife and looking at the crowd, in a greedy tone.

"Roar!"

The surrounding monks smelled the pungent smell of blood, and they were aroused to be ferocious, and began to roar wildly.

"Damn, I'm fighting with you madmen!"

"Kill one without losing money, kill two and earn one!"

At this moment, the two monks who had been standing in the corner and hiding their bodies suddenly came out and launched a fierce attack on several evil cultivators who were not far from them!

At this moment, Deacon Shen's small mirror happened to shine on the two monks, and the small mirror shone with the same purple light as just now.

"Innocent!" Deacon Shen smiled coldly, and with a light wave of his big hand, a sharp aura swept towards the two monks.

Su Fan was secretly startled, and condensed his qi into a gang, this is the means of the Soul Master Realm!

The qi swept across the waists of the two monks at the same time, and as soon as their bodies were crooked, they were completely cut in two, and the pillars of blood that soared into the sky swayed everywhere like fountains.

Countless bloodthirsty cultivators sucked their noses one after another, greedily smelling the bloody breath that diffused in the air.

"Okay, because there are three people dead, I will randomly draw an identity card for this person to advance directly!" Deacon Shen said with a sneer.

"And this kind of good thing, pie in the sky!"

"Don't draw me, I'm here to kill someone!"

"I don't know who would have such luck!"

Rumble!

Hearing this, all the monks present became emotional.

In the eyes of all the monks with different expressions, Deacon Shen took out an identity tag from the storage ring, and after he saw the information on the identity tag clearly, he announced with a somewhat strange expression: "This lucky person is called Su You, a soul master level seven, and his age is ...... 45 years old!"

Quiet!

The news announced by Deacon Shen made all the monks stunned.

Why? Because Su You's information is so unexpected, the seventh level of the soul is neither high nor low among these hundreds of monks, but if this cultivation is added with such an age limit of 45 years old, it will be a bit funny.

The seventh-level soul man in his 40s may still be a figure in Shiwu Town, but in the outside world, this kind of qualification can only be regarded as mediocre, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as waste.

And it was this waste that was lucky enough to get this only place, and although the people present had not seen Su You, they were still jealous of his good luck.

"Who is Su You, stand up and let the uncle take a good look!" said a monk with a red eye.

"It's best not to let me meet this Su You in the future, hehe......"

"Although Lao Tzu doesn't care about this quota, being taken away by a piece of garbage is not what Lao Tzu wants to see!"

After a short silence, all the monks were in an uproar, and they all began to look at the people around them with unkind faces, trying to find the guy named Su You.

"Fan'er...... What should I do?"

At this time, Su You was in a state of joy and helplessness, and looked at Su Fan with small eyes blinking and restless.

"Father, don't be afraid, the rules are restricted, they shouldn't make a move on you!" Su Fan patted Su You's shoulder and said encouragingly.

For Su You's good luck, Su Fan didn't think differently from others, Su You could get out safely, which was a good thing for him, so that he could let go of the battle without any worries.

He scanned everyone's levels, except for the young man who couldn't see the rank, the most powerful person was only the sixth level of the soul warrior, and there were quite a lot of high-level souls and half-step soul warriors in it, and if you were lucky, you shouldn't be able to meet too strong opponents.

If he really met a cultivator who couldn't be opposed, and Su Fan still had a primary heavenly punishment in his hand, he wouldn't believe that his face would be black and he would meet a situation where the group was full of high-level soul warriors.

"Fan'er...... Why don't I give you this opportunity?" Su You said with an uneasy expression.

Su Fan smiled lightly: "Father, don't worry, I have my own way to get through this difficulty, and then our father and son will meet again!"

"Really?" asked Su You with some skepticism.

"Of course it's true, after getting along these days, you know that I have some strange methods, although don't worry!" Su Fan patted his chest and said confidently.

"Nafan'er...... I'm gone, you have to be careful!"

Su You listened to Su Fan's words, remembered Su Fan's mysterious special ability, and immediately believed a little, and no longer hesitated to stride towards the high platform.

"Look, someone's on stage!"

"Could that person be Su You?"

"Good luck guy!"

Seeing Su You ascend the high platform, all the monks looked over with ill intentions.

"Childe, it's the old man next to the young man!" exclaimed the fat man, who was called vigorous by the young man.

"Yes, I have used the art of hope to roughly probe the young man, and his luck is quite good, and the old man has gained such great benefits by contaminating his cause and effect, and this son must not be a thing in the pool! If I can fellowship with him, it will only be a matter of time before I realize the great cause. ”

The young man smiled and casually opened the paper fan in his hand, exuding a trace of fierceness all over his body.