"Techniques are dead, monks are alive. I've never cared about these external things. Giving them to you doesn't cost me anything. You've seen it before, outside the Demon Abyss, when I was frustrated, I even shared the Supreme Dao Lineage's secret scriptures. Are you afraid that I'm giving you fake techniques? You can discern the truth yourself, then quickly release the person, I'm waiting..."
The two opposite were stunned, while Fang Xing lazily waved his hand, found a big rock, and sat down with an impatient look.
"Senior brother, is he playing us?"
The woman in red couldn't help but frown and asked the Ghost-faced Swordsman in a low voice.
The Ghost-faced Swordsman also looked sullen, didn't speak for a while, and coldly picked up the jaded plate to carefully examine it.
After a while, he raised his head with a strange expression, his eyes gloomily looking at Fang Xing.
"It's indeed fake!"
