In the underground hall, everyone searched around, but there was no other exit except for the passage when they came. However, the passages from which they came were difficult to return to, and they have all collapsed. So many people are trapped here, not to mention that they have not found the treasure, and it will be difficult to survive after a long time.

Just when everyone was annoyed, Ming Siquan slowly walked under a wall, looked at the top of his head, and looked carefully, there was a small hole in it.

Ming Siquan took off the golden hairpin from his head, and with a "whoosh" sound, shot into the hole, only to see that the wall of the cave behind him suddenly peeled off, revealing the shape of a door that could only accommodate one person, which seemed to be a secret passage.

Seeing this, everyone gathered over one after another, just wondering how this Ming Siquan would know that there was a secret passage here.

Suddenly, Ming Siquan squatted down on his knees at the crowd and said in a loud voice: "Ming Siquan, the messenger of the Vertical and Horizontal Sect, greets the ......."

This kneeling, the audience was shocked, and before everyone could react, a person walked out of front of him kneeling, looking at his clothes, it seemed to be a member of the White Lotus Sect.

Tang Sai'er followed Ming Siquan's eyes and saw that the man was wearing a hat, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

The know-it-all in the crowd is also a person in the Zongheng Sect, seeing someone claiming to be a horizontal envoy, although it is difficult to confirm, but he does not dare to be careless, he hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down side by side and said, "The owner of the Zongheng Sect Jimu Mountain Villa is a master of all trades, please meet the master of the sect." As he spoke, he looked at the man with his eyes.

The man "h......mmed" for a moment, motioned for Ming Siquan and Know-it-all to get up, and then walked to the door, turned around, and swept his eyes around, making people feel as if a fresh breeze was blowing, and there was a chill in the wind.

Tang Sai'er was the first to ask, "Who are you, why are you pretending to be a member of the White Lotus Sect?" ”

The man smiled slightly, looked at Tang Sai'er and said: "Tang Sai'er, a native of Putai, Binzhou, was born in the thirty-second year of Hongwu, has three lines in his family, and is now the Holy Envoy of the White Lotus Sect, in charge of the teaching affairs of Shandong, Henan, Huguang, Nanzhili and other provinces. ”

Tang Sai'er couldn't help but be a little displeased, and said angrily: "That's right, it's this girl, didn't you just secretly investigate me, what's so strange about this." ”

The man was not annoyed, and continued: "That's just the appearance, in fact, Er is a native of Fengyang Mansion, Lingzun Tang Antai, and is the youngest son of Tang Shengzong, Marquis of Yan'an, Hongwu Dynasty. ”

At this point, Tang Sai'er couldn't help but be surprised. When my grandfather fought the world with Emperor Taizu, he made outstanding achievements, was named the Marquis of Yan'an, and was later suspicious of the emperor, was implicated in the Hu Weiyong case and was killed, and the family suffered, only his father escaped to Potai with the help of an old subordinate of his grandfather, and then married his mother and gave birth to himself, but soon his parents were forced to kill by the government, and he was accidentally rescued by Lin San of the White Lotus Sect. She had never mentioned these confidential things to anyone, how could this person know.

"Hahaha...... I know more than you think, but it's your turn. The man seemed to know what Tang Sai'er was thinking, and after speaking, he glanced at everyone, and then stretched out his hand to brush his beard, but saw that the beard was as white as his face, but it was clean and shiny, indicating that this hat might be a famous old man.

As soon as the words fell, Ming Siquan stepped forward and said loudly: "Heroes, you come to this mountain for the sake of the treasure, but you must not waste your life for the treasure, otherwise the gain will outweigh the loss, do you say yes or no?" ”

At this time, someone in the crowd chimed in. Ming Siquan continued: "I know that everyone is in trouble, and I have come to rescue you, and I have carved a door behind this wall, which can go straight to the outside of the mountain. However, the state has its own laws and religious rules, and according to our religious rules, those who seek help need to provide us with a true piece of information before they can pass. It's just that the size of this door has been decided, and the opening time may be less than five breaths, and it can't be opened repeatedly, in order to ensure that as many people as possible pass, everyone needs to make a trade-off, and only the ten people who provide the most information can pass. ”

Hearing this, everyone blew up their nests, so that no one could guarantee that they were among the ten.

So some people were not convinced, thinking that it was better to take down these two bullshit first, not afraid of not finding a way out. Then a few people rushed up and fought against Ming Siquan and the man.

The man was still standing motionless in the face of the attack, but it was Ming Siquan who stepped forward, just one palm, and the person flew out, and then the palm flew up, and everyone was beaten to the ground, and they couldn't get up again.

Fang Lingyan and Feng Yanlang were also familiar with Ming Siquan, and they originally thought that it would be quite shocking for her to join the Zongheng Sect, but after thinking about it carefully, it was not impossible for her to join the Zongheng Sect after she had been away from home for ten years, but she didn't expect that she was so good at kung fu, and she was really hidden.

Everyone on the field is the highest in Mingxiang's martial arts. He looked at the man without saying a word, as if to see through the face under the hat.

The dignified Tianxia Society Sect Master, Ming Xiang would not be so easily coerced, he was on tiptoe, rose up, and rushed towards Ming Siquan with a punch.

Ming Siquan dodged sideways, stood up to block, and then jumped his petite body, attacking and fighting from far and near, and even fought back and forth with Ming Xiang.

Ming Xiang didn't want to be entangled with him too much, and his big moves were frequent, but Ming Siquan became more and more courageous, and he was faintly on par with him.

But I heard the man laugh and said: "Ask the name of the sect master of Tianxia Huiming, sure enough, you have good martial arts, and you will meet you when the old man comes", before the words fell, he took off his hat and shot over.

When everyone looked at it, it turned out to be an old monk.

Ming Xiang hurriedly dodged sideways, seeing that it was an old monk, he was not afraid in his heart, so he left Ming Siquan at the moment and swung his fist straight to the door in front of him.

The old monk stood still, waited for Mingxiang to approach, moved his feet slightly, pressed Mingxiang's fist with a spiral hand, pulled it over, raised a kick, and kicked it in the abdomen.

Ming Xiang was startled, his right foot hurriedly intercepted, volleyed a few feet, and felt that his legs were numb, and he couldn't use his strength, so he had to pull out his right hand with his elbow, and fight again, although there was no big problem, he took a few steps back before standing firmly, and the old monk stood in place without changing his face.

After this temptation, Ming Xiang did not dare to act rashly, but he saw that the old monk was pressing over, and he used all the moves that he was good at, such as "Mida Palm, Breaking Hu Fist", which was much more powerful than what he used, so he had to deal with it carefully.

Fortunately, the old monk did not kill the killer, and forced Ming Xiang to retreat and said: "The Ming sect master is the dragon and phoenix among the people, and among the dragon's eyes selected by my Zongheng Sect, there must be one of you. ”

Ming Xiang was still a little unconvinced, his face turned red, and he mocked: "What kind of dragon painter? I only heard that the Zongheng Sect is in the world, and I don't want to do some dark box operations, and I don't dare to show my true face, hahaha......"

The old monk was not angry, and folded his hands: "Amitabha...... If you convert to my religion, you will know the name of the old man."

Ming Xiang was angry, and was about to continue to attack, but was persuaded by his subordinate Mingren, it seems that this old monk is very powerful, fortunately, there are many of us, we can start first, kill all the people here, and it is not difficult to get the last ten places.

The old monk saw through Akihito's thoughts, and said, "As Fang just said, only the ten people who provide the most information can be qualified to leave here. Even if there are only ten people left in the end, if they are not the ten who provide the most information, they are not qualified to leave. ”

Fang Lingyan stood up and asked, "I don't know what kind of intelligence can be recognized by you?" ”

Ming Siquan said: "You don't have to worry about this, we will screen whether the information is true or false, useful or useless." ”

Seeing that there was no other way, everyone had to search their intestines and stomachs, and confess to the old monk and Ming Siquan what they thought was useful information.

Ming Siquan took out a booklet, which recorded dense tadpole texts, and whenever someone provided a piece of information, Ming Siquan would open the booklet and compare it, and then use his extraordinary memory to quickly reason, determine whether the information was valuable, and write down the content of the information in another small book.

In this case, everyone can only rely on themselves, Rao is Fang Lingyan, Feng Yanlang, and Jing Yunpeng have a deep affection, and they have to follow the rules of the game. In this way, all pieces of information were sent to the strongest brains of the Zongheng Sect.

"Fang Lingyan, a native of Ninghai, Taizhou, the daughter of Fang Xiaoru, a former Hanlin scholar, has a common enmity with the Yan thieves in the Chao Dynasty......."

"Jing Yunpeng, a native of Zhenning, Shaanxi, the son of Jing Qing, the former imperial historian, has a common enmity with the Yan thieves in the court......

As Fang Lingyan and Jing Yunpeng personally revealed their life experiences, more people rushed to tell the secrets they knew.

The old monk was overjoyed when he heard this information. As an organization that specializes in planning great changes in the world, having more information means mastering more resources, and having more resources can contribute to the formation of the general trend of the world, which is the law of vertical and horizontal striking.

However, the information he knows is limited after all, especially for those in lower positions. So some people began to fight other people's ideas and coerce others to hand over information by force, among them, Ming Xiang and Ning Wang were the most arrogant.

Under such circumstances, Fang Lingyan didn't want to do much, but who knew that the Genyue League led by Wen Dezong had nothing to do and took the initiative to provoke.

Fang Lingyan remembered the evil things he and Genyue League had done in Zhuangzhuang, and he was angry, and joined forces with Jing Yunpeng and Feng Yanlang to fight with Wen Dezong and Genyue League.

It was also Wen Dezong who found his own way to die, he didn't have Feng Ji's strength, but he wanted to have Feng Ji's dream, and after some fighting, Fang Lingyan finally pierced his throat with a sword and avenged the extermination of the sect.