The visitor obviously didn't expect that there were other people in this sewer pipe.

After flying into the pipe, he froze and stopped.

"Who are you?"

Because of the back light, I can't see the person's appearance clearly, but from the body type, it can be seen that he is a normal human man, thin, and has a slightly strange accent.

Fang Mo deliberately took a step back, putting on a look of surprise and a little panic.

"I ...... I'm here to ...... Come here to play, you...... Who are you......"

"Come here to play?" The man snorted coldly. "What's there to do here? Boy, be honest, do you know something? ”

Fang Mo shook his head blankly.

"I ...... I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a student in the neighborhood and just ...... I just heard about it a few days ago...... Someone died here, so ...... Curious, want to come and see. ”

"You know there's a dead person here?"

"Hmm. Of course I do! Fang Mo pretended to be excited. I've heard that the one who died here seems to be a big man! I just thought...... Just thinking about it...... Thinking ......"

"What are you thinking?" The man asked.

"I want to ......" Fang Mo lowered his head slightly, putting on a somewhat shy expression. I think...... The big man ...... Will you leave something behind before you die......"

"Ha, ridiculous!" The man let out a sneer. "Even if he leaves something behind, how can a little kid like you know."

"I ...... I just wanted to try my luck, I ......"

"Get out!"

The man suddenly shouted angrily and rudely interrupted Fang Mo's words.

Fang Mo was slightly stunned, raised his head and looked at the man with a stunned expression, he didn't dare to say anything more, pretending to be frightened, nodding to the man, looking panicked and rushed out from the person who was about to bow his head.

As he passed by the man, Fang Mo glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

He didn't dare to look blatantly, and at this shocking glance, he could only vaguely see that the man's face was thin, and his face was not showing a normal dim yellow under the sunset light outside the cave entrance, but was a little bruised, and it looked like he had been poisoned.

In addition, there was a very hideous scar like a knife scar in the corner of his eye, which extended all the way to the bottom of his ear, and when viewed from the side, it looked as if his entire head had been cut open from it.

set off his very strange face, and the whole person looked like a ghost.

Not to mention that his behavior and words just now are weird, just his appearance makes people feel that it is not a good way.

Although it could be guessed that this person's sudden appearance here must have something to do with Sword, Fang Mo didn't dare to look at it more, and just lowered his head and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

This person was a powerful cultivator of the lowest Heavenly Mandate Realm, and in front of him, Fang Mo had no power to resist.

Seeing that he was about to rush out of the hole, Fang Mo suddenly sensed a strong wind behind him.

Before he could react, he felt a palm pressed against his back.

The palm of his hand seemed to be made of ice, and from the palm of his hand, an incomparably cold, but incomparably fierce aura emanated, which instantly penetrated into his body through Fang Mo's back.

The powerful, fierce, and incomparably cold aura instantly locked almost every meridian in his body, completely freezing his entire body, and then he felt like he was being thrown out by a tremendous force.

Fang Mo's body rushed out of the hole in the sewer pipe, crossed a long arc in the air, and plunged headlong into the mud and reeds of the shallow waters of the river, without a sound.

The man walked out of the hole in the sewer pipe, glanced at Fang Mo, who was stiff and motionless, and let out a cold snort of disdain.

"A waste like you, trying to get his hands on the treasure left behind by Master Sword? It's a joke! ”

After saying that, he turned around and entered the sewer pipe, carefully searching every inch of the ground in the sewer pipe, along with the walls.

He didn't even let go of the sewage flowing in the sewer pipes, and he checked it extremely carefully.

However, after some searching, he finally showed a disappointed expression.

"Strange, isn't there really any trace of this guy Sword? No, this old fellow has always been known for his treachery and cunning, how could he die here so easily? ”

Reluctantly, he searched the sewer pipe again, but found nothing.

In the end, he had no choice but to get up.

"Well, it seems that even if there were any traces left by Sword, they would have been cleaned up by the guys from the Spiral Arm Guard General. In this way, if you want to get the treasure left by that old guy, you can only check it according to the clues he has made public. But there are so many people tracking down this clue, how can it be so easy to start. ”

He shook his head, his brows furrowed, and after thinking for a while, he still had no choice but to give up.

Turning around and walking out of the sewer pipe again, he looked diagonally ahead, and found that Fang Mo was still in the same position as before, lying in the shallows of the river, not moving at all, and he couldn't feel any breath from behind him, and even the river water around him was frozen because of the extremely cold aura emanating from his body.

Clearly, he was dead.

"Hmph, if you are weak and dare to covet the waste of the treasure left by Sword, you are not too many to die."

After sneering, he moved slightly, his body rose into the air, and a moment later he had already flown across the river and into the dim sky in the distance.

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As the time passed, the night gradually became thicker.

In the shallows of the river, as night falls, the sound of insects gradually sounds, representing the arrival of late spring in April.

The river was still trickling, and every second of flowing carried a trace of chill from the cold ice around Fang Mo's body.

Gradually, the block of ice, which had been frozen for several meters in a radius, disappeared little by little, and finally became a thin layer.

Suddenly, Fang Mo's body moved.

"Whoa—"

The ice, which had already become thin, suddenly cracked and fell into the river.

After a while, all the ice cubes on Fang Mo's body had completely faded, and his body, which was already completely stiff, began to gradually soften.

After another moment, a trace of fiery red aura suddenly appeared in Fang Mo's body, more and more, thicker and thicker, gradually enveloping his entire body.

When the fiery red aura completely enveloped Fang Mo's entire body, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Whew-"

Fang Mo opened his mouth and let out a long breath full of strong heat.

It seemed as if in an instant, he had come back to life, from the stiff state of a dead man just now to normal.

Fang Mo moved his body and sat up with difficulty.

Feeling the internal breath in his body with fiery and even hot characteristics constantly flowing, Fang Mo was secretly glad in his heart.

At the same time that he was slapped on the back by that person's sneak attack, Fang Mo had actually reacted.

But at that moment, he had already given up resisting, and even gave up any idea of fighting back, but calmly accepted the slap.

He knew very well that that person was a powerful cultivator of the lowest Heavenly Mandate Realm, and with his current strength, there was no possibility of any confrontation at all.

Even if he resisted desperately, he would delay himself for a few seconds at most, and in the end it would still be a dead end.

Between the lightning and flint, Fang Mo had already determined the only feasible countermeasure, so he would take a gamble, bet that he would be able to withstand this blow without dying, and bet that the other party would not attack him with additional attacks and carry out "mending the knife".

He won the bet.

After confirming that he was going to gamble on this one, and feeling the extremely cold aura coming from the man's palm, Fang Mo instantly arranged a magic circle in the meridians in his body.

The name of this circle is "Tamr-1197".

As you can see from the name, it is directly related to the "Tamr-1083" circle.

And so it is.

This "Tamur-1197" magic circle, like the "Tamur-1083" magic circle, is one of the 5 magic circle design drawings that Fang Mo and Su Fang won in the flying sword design competition together.

When Fang Mo had previously purchased these 5 magic circle design drawings from the Su side, he only had time to seriously study the "Tamur-1083" magic circle drawings, but the other 4 design drawings did not have time to study them carefully, but he had probably read them and knew what to expect.

When he was slapped in the back by that person's palm just now, he felt the fierce cold aura coming from the other party's palm, and Fang Mo knew that if he wanted to slap this palm, if he didn't take certain measures, it would definitely be a certain death.

So the first thing he did at that time was to lay the "Basic Strengthening Circle" recorded in the basic texts of refining weapons in his body, which could strengthen the solidity of the instrument materials, impact resistance, extrusion resistance, and other resistance.

After this magic circle was generated in his body, it really helped his physical body to be greatly strengthened, and helped him not die on the spot even if he slammed that palm.

And when he fell into the river, he turned the circle in the meridians in his body into the "Tamur-1197" circle.

The characteristic of this magic circle is that it can change the absorbed energy attribute, so that it has its own strong high temperature characteristics, which can just restrain the extremely strong cold attribute that penetrates into Fang Mo's body in that person's palm.

Since Fang Mo hadn't tried this magic circle before and was not familiar with it, the effect was not very good, and in order not to arouse the suspicion of that person, Fang Mo had been lying in the river and pretending to be dead, and he had not run the magic circle at full strength.

When night fell and it was confirmed that the person should have left, Fang Mo dared to urge the magic circle with all his strength, and at this time, through several previous attempts, he had become much more proficient in this magic circle, so naturally he quickly generated a powerful effect, completely canceling out the cold qi in his body and "lived" it.

"Although it's a little miserable, at least it's not dead, which is gratifying?"

Fang Mo looked down at the intense bright fiery red light on his palm, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

He looked up at the hole in the sewer pipe, which looked so deep and dark in the night, and frowned.

Still not strong enough.

Now, in front of the monk who was at least the Heavenly Mandate Realm just now, he didn't even have the ability to fight back.

As long as the other party is willing, he can kill him at any time.

It made him feel bad.

He has been plagued by the sword qi in his body since his mother's womb, and since he was a child, he has been struggling desperately to survive.

And now, with the help of Sword, he has basically succeeded in dissolving that sword qi and removing the threat of death, but when he met this Heavenly Destiny Realm cultivator, he once again experienced the fear of possible death at any time.

He told Sword that he was used to being with death, but he also felt the threat of death more directly than anyone else.

Although he had long been used to it, he disliked the feeling very much.

He didn't want to be in a situation like just now, where his life was in the hands of others and he couldn't control it.

And if you want to abandon this feeling of being controlled by others, there is only one way, and that is to become stronger.

Fang Mo lowered his head, his palms clenched hard, his fists clenched very tightly, and he made up his mind.

"So, let's get stronger."