Online Games: Only I Can See Hidden Information

Wuhen said "I'm your father", and Ye Bai was stunned.

Is this okay?

The big man that year was still very young.

Wuhen was younger that year.

In one confrontation, Wuhen cut off the long sword in Xue Meng's hand.

Ye Bai saw clearly that Xue Meng was completely inferior to others.

Although, the Heavenly King Sword in Wuhen's hand is indeed one level higher than the sword in Xue Meng's hand.

but,

Even if the two sides exchange weapons, it will not change the outcome of the battle.

The level of swordsmanship can be known at a glance.

Ye Bai continued to stare at the screen of the small movie, not wanting to miss any detail.

After being scolded, Xue Meng's expression was dull for a second.

As the adopted son of Nightmare, when had he ever suffered such injustice? !

Who the hell are you, worthy of being my father?

Are you also the strongest?

Xue Meng was not given a chance to speak again.

Wuhen held the Heavenly King Sword and slashed forward with several swords.

The world in Ye Bai's eyes seemed to start to slow down, and the flow of time changed.

He... saw a sword light!

No, it’s billions of sword lights!

In just an instant, Wuhen slashed out countless swords!

【One thousand five hundred and forty-two thousand three hundred and twenty-six swords】

Ye Bai:? ? ?

Why does this format make the prompt appear longer?

[This is called professionalism]

Anyway,

For the first time in his life, Ye Bai saw Wuhen's sword clearly!

In other words,

Enemies of the same age, facing Wuhen, Ye Bai is sure to survive!

[Ah...yes, yes! 】

While seeing the sword light clearly, Ye Bai discovered that these sword lights fell around Xue Meng, forming... a sword prison?

In the sword prison, Xue Meng looked confused and had no idea what was going on.

He only has one question mark idea now.

The inexplicable swordsman, the inexplicable sword, the inexplicable father!

Outside the sword prison, the swordsman in black looked normal and said,

"Learning three sword moves can protect you from death. Learning seven moves can break this sword prison."

As he spoke, the swordsman in black paused and said with a little pride,

"Among the 15,642,326 sword energy, I used ninety-seven sword moves.

If you can learn them all, I will adopt you as my adopted son. "

Xue Meng:? ? ?

"You're crazy, who the hell wants to be your son?"

In the sword prison, Xue Meng became unexpectedly unruly and uttered arrogant words.

"I need you as a father!"

Xue Meng has a biological father and a powerful adoptive father.

He is already a rare strong man with two fathers in this world.

There is no need to find another father for yourself!

Ye Bai:......

You big man, talk less, you can easily get into trouble...

Outside the sword prison, Wuhen sneered,

"If you can't learn it and want to admit defeat, you can call daddy and I will let you out."

Xue Meng:......

What the hell is going on!

After learning ninety-seven sword techniques, Wuhen adopted Xue Meng as his adopted son.

Xue Meng recognized Wuhen as his father without learning the ninety-seven sword techniques.

Is there any difference?

After saying that, Wuhen turned and left.

From the sword prison behind him, the pitiful wail of Da Mengzi could be heard.

"Even if you ask me to learn swordsmanship, you still have to give me a sword!"

Da Mengzi's previous sword was cut off by Wuhen.

"With your qualifications and strength, are you qualified to use a sword?"

Wuhen casually pulled out a hammer and threw it into the sword prison.

"Here's a hammer, just make do with it."

Looking at the small theater in front of him, Ye Bai was speechless for the first time.

At Wuhen’s level as a tutor,

Fortunately, the person I met was Xue Meng. If it had been anyone else, he would have been dead a long time ago!

Only Xue Meng, with his rough skin and thick flesh, could withstand such torture.

Ye Bai looked at the swordsman in black who was walking away, and then at Xue Meng who stayed where he was.

Now, he must make a choice.

Should he stay here and watch Xue Meng learn the sword, or should he follow his second brother?

If you stay, Ye Bai can learn some sword moves by watching the sword prison.

There is no benefit in following the second brother. It may trigger a side plot and get beaten up.

What's there to hesitate about?

Ye Bai decisively chose to follow his second brother!

Xue Meng's swordsmanship can be mastered by Ye Bai as long as he is willing!

The dark history of the eighteen-year-old second brother is rare.

Very precious!

Not long after Ye Bai followed,

The swordsman in black suddenly stopped, looked in Ye Bai's direction, and snorted coldly,

"Where's your dad?"

Ye Bai:? ? ?

Can second brother see me?

Wait, that’s not quite right!

Ye Bai realized a detail.

Today's second brother is elegant yet violent, irritable yet elegant, and has the demeanor of a thug in a suit.

The swordsman in black in front of you, who opens his mouth and shuts up, is your father. He is a little more irritable and less graceful, and he belongs to the type of masked thug.

so,

This is...the eighteen-year-old second brother?

Although I don’t know what happened,

but,

It always feels interesting.

Ye Bai said very naturally,

"Second brother, I am your long-lost half-brother!"

"What a mess."

The swordsman in black rolled his eyes and looked around, his expression somewhat clear.

"You're watching the old video, right?"

As expected of the second brother, he hit the nail on the head!

Second brother, high!

Ye Bai nodded, without hiding anything from the other party, and even said proactively,

"It is now seventy-two years later, and I am the fourth generation of the most powerful seed Shura."

"No need to say this, I can't remember it."

Eighteen-year-old Wuhen has rich experience in facing this situation.

Seeing Ye Bai's confusion, Wuhen explained,

“My talent allows me to feel the changes in time and space.

When you look at me in the future, you will be sensed by me and even be able to communicate with me, just like you are now.

However, as a price, I will not have any memory of this incident. "

No memory?

Ye Bai looked strange.

Second brother, are you sure it's a side effect of your talent and not Master Jiu sealing your memory?

If Ye Bai remembers correctly,

At this stage, Yingjiu was still following Wuhen.

If every time Wuhen interacts with the future or the past, Ying Jiu knows about it and modifies his memory...

It sounds like something that Master Jiu can do!

Before Ye Bai had time to express his guess,

Wuhen saw through his thoughts and a smile appeared on his face.

"Don't worry, it's not Brother Ninth's handiwork. I have the most powerful mark in my hand."

Oh, Wuhen, who has climbed to the thirty-ninth floor, has evolved to the stage of 'Ninth Brother'.

Master Jiu → Uncle Jiu → Brother Jiu → Xiao Jiu...

After all this calculation, Wuhen should be able to tie with Jiuye!

As expected of you, Wuhen!

Ye Bai found that the eighteen-year-old second brother was quite talkative.

Unlike today's second brother, who carries a heavier burden as an idol, cherishes words like gold, and shows off like the wind.

possible,

Everyone has a time when they are young.

Everyone has been here since they were eighteen years old. Time will change the irritable young man back then and turn him into the irritable old man he is today, a look that Ye Bai is familiar with.

"Okay, don't waste time, come and play with me."

Eighteen-year-old Wuhen raised his sword and looked at Ye Bai with interest, especially the Heavenly King Sword on Ye Bai's waist.

Wuhen's hands are itching unbearably, and he is eager to fight...

Really irritable.

Facing the second brother’s invitation to fight,

Ye Bai held the Heavenly King Sword horizontally in front of him and said in a sincere tone,

"I am not good at using swords."

"oh?"

Eighteen-year-old Wuhen is obviously more irritable than Abyss's second brother.

If Huo Tianwang opens his mouth, the conversational content will skyrocket.

Then, as soon as the eighteen-year-old Wuhen opens his mouth, the conversational content will skyrocket.

The grumpy old man belongs to yes.

The eighteen-year-old Wuhen raised his eyebrows with disdain in his words.

"A knife player?"

"No."

Ye Bai shook his head again, and took a two-meter-high thorn shield in front of him, protecting Ye Bai's vitals.

From behind the shield, Ye Bai's steady voice came,

"A shield player."