Although the current R&D effect is not ideal, it is much faster than practice. Most of these people do not live long, and their strength is overdrawing their future lifespan. After research, only mixed-race children can best increase the chance of success. Nowadays, first-level warriors who are not mixed-race children have a success rate of 30%, 20%, 10%, 10%, 4%, but only 100%. Mixed-race children can increase this success rate, especially mixed-race children with traditional Chinese bloodlines.

Most of these mixed-race children are adopted and cultivated from childhood from various places.

Yang Yifeng was furious when he heard this. It has been a long time since he was so angry. This is simply an inhuman behavior. If the experiment fails, there will be death. How many people will die? These ignorant, arrogant and ambitious M-Men deserve to die~!

Country M is just a nouveau riche country with no profound civilization. In the underground world, Europe has an ancient Christian church and the legendary dark council. Not to mention the mysterious ancient Eastern country. It is precisely because of this reason that these M nationals are willing to change human evolution and forcibly transform into combat machines. They attempt to occupy a place in the underground world, and are portrayed by overestimating their abilities.

"Very good, you are very conscious of the current affairs and have not lie to me." Yang Yifeng showed an admiring look, and in fact the murderous intent in his heart had gradually risen.

"Can you tell me where these scientific research bases are?" Yang Yifeng smiled.

"There is one in Los Angeles, and there are also sands in northern and western Texas. It's just that the most powerful super warriors above level 4 were transformed in the underground laboratory in Los Angeles." The leader obviously knew a lot of things, but he didn't know where the laboratory was.

"Well~~ I understand. Now I want to know why you are interested in that sword?" Yang Yifeng said with a smile.

"We received the news that there is the ancient Chinese magic of cultivating immortals in that sword. The M government hopes to get it and then devote it to research, hoping to develop stronger transformed warriors." The leader said everything he knew.

Yang Yifeng was a little confused. The ancient sword had a method of cultivating immortals? People in China didn’t know it, so why did the M government know it?

"What level is the strongest super warrior in M ​​country now?" Yang Yifeng asked coldly.

"As far as I know, he is a level 5 warrior." The leader replied honestly.

"Very good." Yang Yifeng walked over, took out his phone from the leader's pocket, turned on the phone and called home. As a result, he couldn't call. He knew that there must be an radio interference device nearby, so he gave up.

"You no longer have the value of use. Now, you can go to hell and regret it. You are not worthy of having half of the Chinese bloodline, the dignified dragon bloodline. You are just ruined." Yang Yifeng sighed and walked out. Before leaving, each of them gave two blows of the strongest fantasy magic fist, which made them slowly die in fear.

Standing outside the container box, Yang Yifeng swept his spiritual sense and found that two other super soldiers were coming, holding an ancient sword wrapped in cloth in his hand. Yang Yifeng did not expect these guys to move so quickly. The handover of the ancient sword had been completed. It seemed that these people had no intention of letting them go. After thinking about it, it was easy to understand that they did not want to offend the Yang family, but they had to kill themselves because they saw their outfits.

Yang Yifeng's figure flashed and disappeared into the distance. With several ups and downs, he appeared in front of the two super soldiers who were running towards him quickly. Without waiting for their reaction, he directly punched him. The powerful air wave swept across a range of ten meters and directly twisted the two first-level super soldiers into pieces.

It flashed over the ancient sword falling from the air, and the white cloth wrapped around it had long been crushed, but it was still peaceful and indeed a treasure.

Hold it in your hand and look carefully. There is no change except for being sharp and hard? There is not even a breath. Is there any way to cultivate immortals?

"Jingtian, help me see what kind of sword this is!" Yang Yifeng asked Jingtian for advice.

"The guy who has no knowledge, this sword has been sealed and cannot see any mystery. But from the appearance alone, the sword is like a dragon, the body is like blood, and the hilt is inlaid with Jiuhua jade at the tail of the sword. Although the copper bead in front of the sword hilt is simple and unreal, it is an ancient rare and colorful bead. This sword should be the Emperor's Dao Sword, one of the magical weapons of the nine continents, Chi Xiao!" Jingtian said with a lingering voice, and was still familiar with the sword.

"What? Is it Chixiao just buying an ancient sword? Or is it the Emperor's Dao Sword of the Nine Continents' magic weapon?" Yang Yifeng was surprised. At the same time, he guessed that the dragon veins of the Nine Continents are now shattered, and the inheritance is difficult. No one is qualified to pick up this Emperor's Dao Sword, so Chixiao would rather be self-proclaimed.

Yang Yifeng doesn't think he was born with the emperor's destiny, so this sword can be used as a decoration at most. Let's talk about it. Such an imperial sword can only be unblocked with the passionate blood of the emperor's aura, such as Xiang Tianyu.

An ordinary man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure. Although Yang Yifeng is not afraid, he does not want everyone in the world to know that he has a peerless artifact in his hand. He put it into the space ring and disappeared.

Yang Yifeng's figure suddenly appeared in the crowd, and no one noticed that Yang Yifeng suddenly appeared. This move alone was enough to shock all the ancient martial arts masters in the secular world. On the toes, Yang Yifeng moved at a speed that ordinary people could not detect. After a while, he stopped in front of the Yang Group's building and walked in. Although Yang Yifeng had been locked up for two days, he was still full of energy and walked into the Yang's building gently.

Obviously, the front desk lady downstairs did not seem to know the young president who did not often appear for a few days. Yang Yifeng did not make things difficult for her, took out the phone and slowly called the office.

"Hey~~~" Yang Hongli answered the phone.

"Grandpa? I'm downstairs." Yang Yifeng was a little moved. He could hear that Yang Hong's voice was a little haggard.

"Are you back safely? That's great. I'll come down to pick you up right away." Yang Hongli hung up the phone and ran down, "Hurry, the wind is downstairs, he's fine."

The third generation of the Yang family, who were on the 87th floor, quickly took the elevator down.

"Grandpa~" Yang Yifeng smiled and hugged the grandpa who rushed up happily.

"Okay, as long as you're fine, let's go up and talk." Yang Hongli laughed and hugged Yang Yifeng's shoulders, slapped constantly.

...

"Okay, we can't just forget about this matter. The super soldiers of M Country have the idea to fight me?" Yang Hongli snorted coldly, "Send someone to kill the president of M Country who is shit and ask them to replace it with a new one. No, this time, even their Minister of Defense will replace it with a new one." Yang Hongli really didn't take the M Country seriously. Maybe on the surface, M Country is the boss, but in the underground world, all people in the underground world regard M Country as a public toilet. If you are unhappy, you can step on it and enjoy it.

"Super warrior? Bah! Such powerful warriors who rely on external forces are just inferior things. The way of ancient martial arts lies in evolving themselves and seeking continuous breakthroughs. For millions of years, our ancestors..." Yang Hongli stopped, as if these contents were unreasonable. He beat Yang Yifeng and went to have a meal.

In fact, Yang Yifeng can think of something without guessing it, but he just doesn't care.

Two days later, Yang Yifeng was sitting on the top floor watching TV to recuperate. Yang Xingyu took over all his daily work, while Yang Tianwu flew back to the headquarters, and only his grandfather stayed, saying that he was worried about spending a few days with his grandson.

"Hey, cousin, is there anything wrong?" Yang Yifeng answered the phone.

"Counse, there are several police officers below who want to see you." Yang Xingyu said calmly.

"Oh, okay, I'll get out right away." Yang Yifeng put down the phone and said to his grandfather who was sitting quietly on the balcony to cultivate his mind: "Grandpa, I'll go down and a few police officers came to him." After that, he walked down. This was the Yang Group, and even the police had to be polite.

Just in the living room, Yang Yifeng pushed the door and saw a few strange faces. However, one of them was an acquaintance, Song Ziyan. At this time, she came over and took out her ID with a serious look on her face and said, "Hello, Mr. Yang, I am Song Ziyan, director of the Special Operations Department of the S Public Security Department. We have a cass who want to ask Mr. Yang to assist in the investigation."

Yang Yifeng sat down lazily and said, "Is there anything wrong? Is there anything I can help?" Nowadays, it is not easy to be a policeman. We good citizens must do our best and actively cooperate with the police.
Chapter completed!