Hearing the sound, everyone looked toward the stairwell and saw Fang Yan running up quickly.

At this time, he placed the Fallen Immortal Bamboo in a corner and glared at the middle-aged man.

How could my sister tolerate such a bastard?

The man glanced at Fang Yan and smiled lightly.

"Haha, who do I think you are? You two have no parents and no mother. If you don't pay the rent, I will scold you!"

Hearing what the landlord said, the neighbors were secretly angry.

For two children, this is too much to say.

However, they dare not speak out in anger.

The landlord's name is Zhang Kui, a well-known gangster in the neighborhood. No ordinary person would dare to provoke such a person.

Looking at Zhang Kui, Fang Yan clenched his fists.

This guy is about 1.8 meters tall and weighs more than 200 kilograms. At this time, not only does he have no cultivation, but he is also thin.

Fang Yan didn't want to take action rashly, but they had been insulted by Zhang Kui more than once.

This time I not only yelled at my sister, but also mentioned my parents. If I could bear this, hundreds of years of practicing Taoism would be in vain!

At this moment, Fang Yan only had one idea, beat him and leave him with no room to fight back, otherwise... I'm afraid the consequences would be disastrous.

Seeing Fang Yan's gaze, Zhang Kui snorted coldly and raised his hand to point on Fang Yan's head.

"Baby, what are you looking at? Are you dissatisfied? Believe it or not, I..."

Boom!

Before Zhang Kui could finish his words, Fang Yan raised his hand and punched him, hitting him squarely on the eye socket.

Although he has no cultivation level, Fang Yan's combat experience is enough to be the ancestor of a professional fighter.

Sealing the eyes with one punch is the most effective way to inhibit the opponent from fighting back.

Seeing this scene, everyone took a deep breath.

Is this boy from the Fang family going crazy? Dare he hit Zhang Kui? Is his life at risk?

Before they could react, Fang Yan punched them a second time.

At this time, Zhang Kui felt like stars were rising in front of his eyes. He had no time to defend himself, but another huge pain came from his temple.

Boom!

Boom!

…

Fang Yan aimed at Zhang Kui's eye and hit him continuously.

After a few punches, the big guy was knocked to the ground, screaming in pain, and blood flowed from the corners of his eyebrows.

Fang Yan also had some asthma, and the surface of his fist became bloody.

"Xiao Fang, stop fighting. If you fight again, something will happen!"

A neighbor woman quickly hugged Fang Yan and said.

"Yes, the young man has a big temper. You hit Zhang Kui and caused a big trouble."

Two other families even went home directly and closed the door immediately, hoping that this matter would never involve them.

At this moment, Zhang Kui also covered his eyes and stood up holding on to the wall.

"You little bastard, you're tired of living. How dare you hit me!"

Fang Yan raised his head: "I will give you every cent of the rent, but you yelled at my sister and insulted my parents. I can't forgive you!"

Zhang Kui's fingers were bleeding profusely and he was shivering in pain. He didn't want to bother too much and simply said: "Okay, if you have the guts, just wait!"

After saying that, he ran downstairs.

The neighbors started to persuade again, but Fang Yan ignored them and looked at Fang Miaoxue.

"Are you okay?"

Fang Miaoxue was dumbfounded, her little face was in shock, and she shook her head blankly.

"Well, let's go in."

After returning home, Fang Miaoxue found gauze to bandage Fang Yan's hand. Looking at her brother's wound, her eyes were full of heartache, and big tears fell down.

"Tell me, why are you still fighting, and...it's still Zhang Kui, we can't afford to offend him."

Fang Yan smiled gently: "It's okay, don't worry, no one can bully my sister in the future."

Hearing her brother's words, Fang Miaoxue felt warm in her heart, but she was still afraid that Zhang Kui would come.

"Brother, let's find another place to live. We definitely can't live here anymore."

"Okay, I originally planned to buy a house and bring my parents over."

Fang Yan has five million in hand, and it is more than enough to spend part of it to buy a house of more than 100 square meters.

"What? Buy?"

Fang Yan nodded: "It's too troublesome to rent a house and have to pay rent."

Fang Miaoxue was speechless. Brother, is this... funny?

Trouble? Who rents a house without paying rent?

"I'm telling you the truth, what if Zhang Kui and the others come here?"

Fang Yan thought for a while: "It's okay. Wash up quickly and rest. We have to go to school tomorrow."

"oh……"

The house is only about 20 square meters in total. The brother and sister have always lived on the same bed, separated by quilts and clothes, so it counts as two.

After washing, Fang Miaoxue climbed into bed.

Fang Yan said: "Starting tomorrow, I will send you to school."

"Send it to me? I don't want it. It's so embarrassing. You're already in high school and you still have to give it away..."

Fang Yan glanced at his sister and said, "I'll give it away as I say. Just be prepared to be embarrassed."

"oh……"

Fang Miaoxue pouted, but soon showed a sweet smile. Being sent to school by her brother... she was actually quite happy.

At least she hadn't felt it before.

Fang Yan secretly decided that what happened tonight must never happen again, and he must protect his sister at all times.

After turning off the lights and waiting for a while to make sure his sister was asleep, Fang Yan slowly got up.

Luoxianzhu releases much more spiritual energy at night than during the day, so he plans to start practicing immediately.

At night, under the moonlight, the figure on the bed was motionless.

Let the spiritual energy in the Fallen Immortal Bamboo impact the skin, muscles, blood and Dantian.

After repeated tempering, Fang Yan soon felt the changes in his body.

Sure enough, with my current physique, the spiritual energy in the Fallen Immortal Bamboo is already strong enough.

Transformation has already begun in just two hours.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a sound of meridians and the crisp sound of bones, causing Fang Yan to slowly open his eyes and reveal a confident smile.

In less than a night, he had already stepped into the foundation building.

You know, for practitioners with low qualifications, it may take several years or even longer to achieve this.

This speed comes entirely from the continuous output of a large amount of spiritual energy in the Fallen Immortal Bamboo, as well as his peak-level cultivation experience.

Seeing that it was past five o'clock in the morning, Fang Yan locked the door and went outside to buy some breakfast.

Although he had not slept all night, the effect of practice on physical recovery was much stronger than that of sleep, and Fang Yan was also very energetic.

Fang Miaoxue woke up, rubbed her eyes drowsily, and was surprised to see that her brother was already up.

In the past, when I had arthritis, I would sleep in until ninety o'clock every day.

"Brother, you got up so early? I'll heat up breakfast for you."

Just after she finished speaking, she raised her nose and smelled it: "Wow, it smells so good. Aunt Wang's fried dough sticks are fried at Aunt Wang's house next door."

Fang Yan smiled: "I bought breakfast. Go and wash up. After eating, I will take you to school."

Fang Miaoxue then looked at the dining table. When she saw fried dough sticks, steamed buns and tofu buns, she was stunned.

You used to be the eldest lady of the Fang family, what kind of delicacies have you never tasted?

But since the Fang family cut off her living expenses, she cooks almost everything herself. As for breakfast, she just heats up yesterday's dinner.

Fang Miaoxue really hasn't eaten these for a long time.
To be continued...