The disappearance of Ye Feng's return spread, and the discussion on the disposal of his family was also gone.

As soon as he came back, he encountered this situation, and Ye Feng's mood was actually very unhappy.

But now he can be inconsistent, and his joy and anger are invisible. No one could see the emotions in his heart.

This incident let Ye Feng know that even if he became a pivotal existence, once he lost, his family would still be in danger.

It took a week to collect enough life essence to complete the agreement with the official. Ye Feng began to think about his future plans in his four-person courtyard.

Before he could come up with a clue, a sudden message interrupted his "retreat".

"International Death Fighting?"

"Yes, once every two years, the next time it will be held in half a year, I hope you can participate this time." Yan Long said calmly. For this matter, he personally stepped out, which shows its importance.

"Tell me more about the competition."

It turns out that there is a grand fighting event held internationally every year called "Death Fight". The tournament has a long history, it is said to have existed hundreds of years ago and continues to this day. Today, it seems to have evolved into an international event promoted by European and American conglomerates. This is a special and shady competition, and the participants are not individuals, but represent the representative teams of powerful giants and even countries. Every team participating in the tournament must have enough chips to qualify for the tournament - chips can be valuable weapon blueprints, resources, or even priceless treasures, in short, things that are difficult to measure with money. The winner gets the chips in the loser's hand.

In addition to the chips taken out by each team, the organizers will take out three things as prizes for the top three each time. These prizes are precious enough to make a national government blush. Fighter engine blueprints. Design of the third generation of power armor. Zuma spars, alien relics for this reason, many countries have sent teams to compete for these prizes.

Hard grab? Don't be funny. The actual controllers of the European and American countries, the major conglomerates and military and political families, are responsible for the hosting of the competition, which is equivalent to the union of the United States and the European Union. To snatch the prize from such a force, no country has this power to do.

In fact. Since Death Fight was held, only one force has tried to claim a prize, and that is the Freedom Alliance. However, even a special organization such as the Freedom Alliance did not succeed in the end, but instead lost its troops and returned in disgrace.

The teams of all parties are looking at each other's "chips" and the organizer's "prizes", and the organizers are looking at the gambling benefits brought by this event - in addition to the contestants, each organizer will invite famous and rich people from all over the world to come to watch this pinnacle of human fighting competition, and the tangible and intangible benefits brought by the event are almost equal to the wealth created by the world in half a year.

To know these rich people. Personal assets are not less than $10 billion. Hundreds of millions of dollars squandered at every turn, more than 10,000 such billionaires

After listening to Yan Long's speech. Ye Feng probably understood what was going on: the Chinese side also wanted to make a pot of gold.

You don't have to score in the top three, just win a team from other countries, that precious resources, advanced technology of other countries, hundreds of tons of precious metals will enter your pocket, is there anything more cost-effective than this? Moreover, since it is a fighting competition, how can the dignified Heavenly Empire, which is known for its cultivators, be able to break into the top ten.

In fact, the Chinese team has repeatedly advanced to the top three, once won the championship, and has also gained a lot.

But since it's a death fight, there must be something terrible about it, otherwise how could the word death be used?

Even countries that are as strong as China, the United States, and Russia cannot guarantee that they will enter the top three every time. This is because the contestants are too non-human.

Cultivators, supernatural beings, biochemical humans, mechanical humans, and even death challenges, and the death rate of fighting giant mecha and biochemical monsters is as high as 50% - in other words, as long as the losing side is basically dead. Victory, which is based on death, is incomparably bloody.

"To be honest, I'm quite curious, what's good about this year's death fight, and I was willing to send me out of the horse." Ye Feng touched his chin and asked with a smile. You must know that an alien human like him is no less valuable than a treasure trove to all countries.

Yan Long said with a straight face: "This is extremely high-level secret, and I don't know either. Even if you know, you can't comment. ”

He added: "If you decide to participate, in the next six months, I will personally teach you and pass on the mysteries of your martial arts." If you don't want to participate, you can also refuse now, and you won't be forced to do so. ”

Ye Feng smiled: "Hehe, participate, why don't you participate." I just had the opportunity to meet the best players in the world. ”

"That's right." Ye Feng suddenly asked seriously: "Team leader, you should have also participated in death fighting, right?" ”

"Hmm."

"How many times?"

"Three times."

"Wow, it's not that hard to be alive after three trips."

"In three matches, I lost one, won one and drew one. And, to be precise, I 'died' many times. ”

Yan Long said calmly.

"It's okay, man, I'm going to have to come every now and then." Ye Feng changed his child's expression and said seriously.

"Prepare yourself. I'll start teaching you martial arts tomorrow. ”

After speaking, Yan Long shook his head and left, speechless about this strange flower.

When Yan Long walked away, the ease on Ye Feng's face completely disappeared.

"Well, death fighting, although I don't know why for six months, I always feel that this matter is not so simple, forget it, it's better to hurry up and figure out some problems while six months are in place." Ye Feng thought silently in his heart.

Ye Feng did not give all the information he got back from Japan to the military, but only chose to hand over some of it. Sometimes, it's better to have reservations.

After nesting in the courtyard for a few more days, Ye Feng probably had some clue in his heart, but before implementing it, he planned to go to see his parents first and take a reassuring pill.

You can't let the military see your parents when you go to see them. Ye Feng created a new stand-in, made him sleep in the bed, and said to the outside world that he would retreat and cultivate for a few days, and let Yan Long come to him later. And his body, Ye Feng, who was dark and windy in a month, turned into a black shadow and sneaked out of the ground.

After coming out, Ye Feng turned into an inconspicuous little brother with eyes, and secretly took the train to Haicheng.

As soon as he got off the train, Ye Feng met an acquaintance.

'Dude, do you want an antique?' Genuine antiques. ‘

"This brother, at first glance, you are a person who understands goods, have you heard of the recent popular King Chuang incident? This is the jade artifact made in the tomb of King Chuang. ”

At the gate of the train station, a young man in his early twenties sneakily sells the jade in his hand to the people, and from time to time opens his coat, and dozens of pockets in the coat are filled with all kinds of gold, silver and jade, looking for successful people in suits and leather shoes or old people in their seventies and eighties.

This guy is eloquent, and the goods in his hand are also presentable, and after a while, someone really took the bait.

The middle-aged uncle, who was about forty years old, took a magnifying glass and looked at a deer-shaped jade object carefully, thoughtfully. Quietly asked, "How much do you say this goods cost?" ”

"Not much, two thousand."

"Young people, you can't be too greedy. You're black, aren't you? You have to know that I can call the police at any time for five hundred, no two prices. ”

"Brother, you also give too little. One thousand and five, if it doesn't work, I'll give you a few more Qianlong Tongbao. ”

"Cut, you're lying to the kids, you think I can't see that all these treasures of yours are fakes. Eight hundred, love to sell or not, if I don't sell it, I can leave. ”

"Hey, don't mind." The young man was anxious, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, eight hundred is eight hundred, you have to recommend it to your friends when you go back." ”

The middle-aged uncle took the jade and left satisfied, thinking: I didn't think that I could find the real thing in this place, the moire carving method on this product is a unique craft of the Ming Dynasty, he has been playing with antiques for many years, and he will not look away. This is a big profit, and you can sell tens of thousands of dollars when you go back.

"Cut, stingy." The young man glanced at the back of the middle-aged man, whispered with disdain, and was secretly proud in his heart: more than ten yuan of plastic was sold for eight hundred, and this professional counterfeiting technology is only possible in the world today.

"Little brother, how do you sell this jade?" The young man was counting the money when he looked up and saw a thin man looking at him with a smile. (To be continued......)