Jiang Fan learned this based on his memory.
The girl's name is Su Xi'er and she is fifteen years old.
Both of his parents died when he was young, and he lived on the streets, begging for a living.
It wasn't until Jiang Fan saw her on a rainy night three years ago that she was brought back to the Jiang family and became his personal maid.
When she was a child, Xi'er was very cute and had a well-behaved and docile personality.
The original Jiang Fan could be regarded as a handsome and promising young man.
But when a young man succeeds, he is inevitably arrogant and arrogant. The blow of the useless martial soul makes this proud young man indulge in debauchery all day long and completely lose himself.
Xi'er had seen all this, and she had tried to dissuade Jiang Fan, but what she got in exchange was a severe beating, and the scars on her face were also caused at that time.
"From a talented young master respected by thousands of people to a useless waste, this kind of pain is probably enough to destroy anyone's mind..."
Jiang Fan sighed softly and his eyes fell on Xi'er, who was unconscious in his arms.
This girl had suffered a lot for herself, but she still never left him. How could Jiang Fan remain indifferent?
"If there is a chance in the future, I must make it up to this girl."
Jiang Fan murmured to himself, carried Xi'er to the bed, and covered him with a thin quilt.
At this moment, there was a noise outside the door.
"Everyone is saying that this loser suddenly fell into a coma. In my opinion, he probably lost money in gambling again and fainted on purpose, pretending to be sick in bed."
"Hmph, no matter whether he is really faint or fake, this good-for-nothing made our brothers lose face in the clan. Today, the Council of Elders is preparing to discuss abolition of his position as Young Master. We will also take this opportunity to deal with him. !”
"..."
The noise and footsteps were getting closer.
With a sound of "Bang!", the door was kicked open violently, and two teenagers holding wooden sticks walked in.
"Jiang Yu, Jiang Cheng." Jiang Fan frowned and looked coldly at the two unkind people.
Jiang Yu and Jiang Cheng were the sons of the ninth elder of the clan. They usually relied on the support of others and often did things to rob ordinary disciples of their training resources. However, one time they were caught by Jiang Fan and he took action to teach them a lesson.
From then on, Jiang Fan formed a feud with these two people.
"Oh, let me tell you, how could this loser be unconscious? He must be pretending. No, we really caught him."
Jiang Yu had a sinister smile on his face, and the look he looked at Jiang Fan was even more full of teasing.
"It's none of your business. If you don't want to taste my fist again, get out of here!" Jiang Fan said coldly with a sullen face.
Hearing this, the two of them were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
"Jiang Fan, do you still think that you are some kind of superior young master of the Jiang family? Now you dare to be arrogant with us?"
Jiang Yu and Jiang Jie mocked disdainfully, holding wooden sticks and approaching Jiang Fan.
"You two bad guys, don't even think about hurting Master Jiang Fan!"
Suddenly, a petite figure stood in front of Jiang Fan. It was Xi'er who was awakened by the sound of the door being kicked.
Although Xi'er was a little timid, whenever Jiang Fan was insulted by others, he would always stand up to defend him without hesitation.
"Ugly, I've long disliked you. Who do you think you are? You're just a humble slave. What qualifications do you have to care about our affairs? Now I'm going to take care of you too!"
Jiang Yu cursed angrily, raised his wooden stick and hit Xi'er.
Jiang Yu is an eighth-level body-tempering warrior, while Xi'er is just an ordinary person who has not opened up the main veins. With her fragile body, if she gets hit by this stick, she will be disabled even if she doesn't die!
A flash of despair flashed in Xi'er's eyes, but she did not avoid it. Instead, she closed her eyes and let the stick hit her.
Death is an extremely painful thing for anyone, let alone Xi'er, who is a young girl.
But if it was for Jiang Fan, she would be willing to die.
Perhaps, the boy who brought her back to the Jiang family on a rainy night three years ago has quietly occupied her heart and become the only support in her life.
But the pain that Xi'er expected did not come. She slowly opened her eyes and found that Jiang Fan's right hand was tightly holding the wooden stick that was thrown at her, and drops of bright red blood were also flowing from the young man's wrist at this moment. Flow down.
"Master, you, your hands... there is a lot of blood..." Xi'er couldn't help crying when she saw the blood on Jiang Fan's palms. She knew that Jiang Fan's injuries were to protect herself. .
But Jiang Fan just shook his head slightly at her, indicating that it was okay, and then looked at Jiang Yu, his eyes as cold as swords.
"I can't believe that you would do such a cruel thing to a little girl who has no power to restrain a chicken. Your behavior cannot be described as despicable and shameless. Beasts have the greatest appreciation for you. A scum like you can't even be considered a human being. Not even worthy of it!”
Jiang Fan's voice was cold to the bone, and at the same time, his aura became strong.
Jiang Fan suddenly exerted force on his right hand, and with a "click" sound, the wooden stick in his hand was broken into two pieces, while Jiang Yu was knocked back several steps.
Jiang Fan didn't bother to pay attention to these two self-respecting family bugs.
But Jiang Yu's actions just now completely angered him.
A man who was seven feet tall would actually do such a cruel thing to a little girl. Not to mention the current Jiang Fan, he would never let such a scum go easily!
Jiang Yu and Jiang Cheng were stunned, obviously not expecting Jiang Fan to dare to resist them.
Jiang Fan was indeed stronger than them before, but after his martial soul was abolished, Jiang Fan gave up on martial arts training and his character became extremely cowardly.
But today, Jiang Fan seemed to be a different person. Not only did he not show any fear, he even showed a terrifying strength that far exceeded before. This was simply unbelievable to the two of them.
Sensing something was wrong, Jiang Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and an extremely powerful wind-attributed spiritual power surrounded him.
"Feng Linghu!"
The cold shout fell, and the shadow of a huge white tiger condensed out from behind Jiang Yu.
A pair of tiger eyes showed fierceness, and the ground trembled as it roared.
Feeling the pressure coming towards him, Jiang Fan's expression also changed.
The "Wind Linghu" awakened by Jiang Yu is a third-grade martial spirit. Not only is it fast as lightning, but its attacks are also extremely fierce. If it were an ordinary Body Tempering Realm warrior, he would be defeated in an instant.
As if seeing the surprise in Jiang Fan's expression, Jiang Yu suddenly showed a proud look, and then sneered: "Jiang Fan, I only give you two choices, either let me destroy you, or put you behind me." Hand over that bitch, otherwise..."
Abandoned Jiang Fan?
This is impossible. Although it is a foregone conclusion that Jiang Fan will be deposed as the young master today, his grandfather is still the head of the family. The most Jiang Yu and the two can do is give him a little look.
And Xi'er was just a servant, a slave like this, spending thousands of Cangling coins outside, what can't he buy?
Jiang Yu made it clear that he wanted Jiang Fan to hand over Xi'er, but Jiang Fan would not give in easily.
"Am I like a soft persimmon?" Jiang Fan sneered: "If you find that you are not as good as me, then who are you?"
"Am I not as good as you?"
When Jiang Yu heard this, he laughed angrily: "I, Jiang Yu, am one of the top ten geniuses in my family. Who do you think, Jiang Fan? I'm afraid that when you understood the "Four Gods in Martial Arts", it was all because your grandfather wanted to promote you. Your superior is just making up lies to confuse everyone. Today, let me expose your true face with my own hands!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yu clenched his fingers suddenly, and his figure shot out instantly. With the blessing of Wuhun Feng Linghu, his body seemed to turn into an afterimage, and rushed towards Jiang Fan.
"Since you like to humiliate yourself so much, then I will grant your wish today!"
Looking at Jiang Yu who was rushing over, a cold light flashed in Jiang Fan's eyes. He didn't like to cause trouble, but he was by no means afraid of getting into trouble, not to mention being bullied to the point of being bullied.
Since you don't believe it.
Then I will use "Four Gods to Perform Martial Arts" to convince you!
"The Four Gods Perform Martial Arts-Qinglong!"
Turning the spirit into claws, the dragon sings in the sky.
A deep drink came from Jiang Fan's mouth. The spiritual energy in his body was concentrated on his palm at this moment. The veins burst out, and the huge green palm like a dragon's claw thrust out. It was unexpectedly met by Jiang Yu's shocked gaze. In the middle, he easily grasped his menacing punch, preventing him from taking another half step forward!
"That's it?"
Jiang Fan glanced at Jiang Yu indifferently, and at the same time, he suddenly exerted force on his palms. There was a crisp "click" sound, and Jiang Yu's hand bones were completely broken at this moment!
"Ah! My hand!"
Jiang Yu let out a heartbreaking scream, his face full of pain. He wanted to break free from Jiang Fan's hand, but was shocked to find that he couldn't break free at all!
Qinglong: The first move among the four gods, and also the most lethal move.
Its function is to condense the claws of the blue dragon, making it unstoppable in attack and defeating the enemy in defense.
Jiang Yu never expected that Jiang Fan could actually "Four Gods Perform Martial Arts", let alone that the power of this spiritual art would be so great!
Si Shen Wu Yan is one of the Jiang family's three clan-suppressing spiritual techniques, ranked fifth. It has existed since the founding of the Jiang family, but there are only a few people who understand it.
But Jiang Fan realized it when he was fifteen years old, and it was a sensation at the time.
However, due to some reasons, Jiang Fan only used it once, and only the head of the family was present at that time. However, Jiang Fan was at the height of his popularity at that time, and no one in the clan dared to stand up and question him until he fell from the altar.
"Can't you bear this little strength? Where did the arrogance go?"
Jiang Fan said coldly: "Some words are just said. If they don't have the strength to match, then they are wrong. On the contrary, they are just ordinary words."
"I'm just doing this to tell you that I'm not a soft persimmon. I'm someone you can't afford to mess with. If I want, I can take your life now!"
Jiang Fan's tone was cold, and Jiang Yu couldn't breathe under the pressure of a wild beast.
"Ah!!! Jiang Cheng, what are you doing standing still? Save me, my hand! My hand!"
Jiang Yu was also frightened and hurriedly asked for help from Jiang Cheng, who was already stunned by this scene.
"Let him go!"
Reacting from the shock, Jiang Cheng quickly formed a seal with his hands, and several lines of solid blue silver grass sprang out from the ground, ready to attack at any time.
"Blue Silver Grass--Tangled!"
The angry shouts fell, and Jiang Cheng used the soul skills that came with the martial soul.
Under the control of Jiang Cheng, the blue silver grass flew towards Jiang Fan like a python, the speed was extremely fast. Once it was entangled, no matter how powerful Jiang Fan was, he could not break free.
However, what Jiang Cheng didn't expect was that Jiang Fan just curled his lips in disdain as he looked at the blue silver grass flying towards him.
"The plant-type martial spirit is indeed extraordinary, but with your mere seventh-level body tempering strength, you want to trap me? You are too naive."
"Do you really think I'm afraid of blue silver entanglement?"
