After refining the magic weapons required for the Spirit Gathering Array, Chen Fan moved to Villa No. 1 on the top of the Yunwu Mountain.
Although Chen Fan had been here before, he only wandered around the outside. This was the first time he actually entered the villa. The villa is extremely luxuriously decorated, and many of the furniture are imported from abroad. A refrigerator costs tens of thousands of yuan. Chen Fan just gave a general sweep and then focused on setting up the formation.
He placed the five spirit-gathering jade plates in various corners of the villa according to their directions.
Then he walked to the center of the hall, squeezed the magic formula, communicated with the five magic weapons, and then stamped his feet violently.
"scold!"
Five green rays of light shot out from the five corners of the villa. The light was three feet high. It sprayed into the air like a fountain and covered the surrounding area in an umbrella shape. The five green light umbrellas just covered the entire area of thousands of square meters. A villa.
Chen Fan closed his eyes and felt the power of the spirit gathering array.
Although the air conditioner was not turned on, the temperature in the villa dropped suddenly. As the spiritual energy gathered, a white mist seemed to rise vaguely in the sky. Chen Fan only felt that the infinite spiritual energy between heaven and earth was attracted and then brought into the villa without even a trace leaking out.
"It is indeed a large spirit gathering array. It is at least 30% denser than the spiritual energy density I had when I was practicing with the chalcedony weapon."
He opened his eyes and marveled in his heart.
The effect was great, far beyond his expectation. It seems that it is not only a problem with the magic circle, but also the density of spiritual energy on the top of the Yunwu Mountain is obviously much higher than that on the flat ground.
"Then if the entire Yunshan Formation is built and the spiritual energy from the entire Yangui Lake is brought over, wouldn't this place be transformed into a real spiritual land?"
Thinking of this, Chen Fan couldn't help but jump a little given his state of mind.
Not just any place can be called a 'spiritual land'. To be qualified to be called a spiritual land, the most basic criterion is 'spiritual atomization'.
Because the density of spiritual energy in the air is too high, it is enough to form a cloud of white mist. The next level up is the liquefaction of spiritual energy, which can drop spiritual liquid in the air. If a mortal takes this spiritual liquid, it can prolong life. When used by immortal cultivators, the effect is not inferior to that of spiritual stones, and the spiritual energy in it is more righteous and peaceful.
The highest level is 'Aura Crystallization', which can form aura crystals, also known as spiritual stones. Every spiritual land capable of producing spiritual stones will be occupied by major cultivating sects. After all, spirit stones can not only be used for cultivation, but also have many wonderful uses.
Of course, these are ordinary spiritual land levels. The holy places of cultivation of major cosmic sects such as Zhenwu Immortal Sect are all used to attract the spiritual energy of the immortal world. That level is much higher than the spiritual energy crystallization.
With the current density of spiritual energy on earth, it was possible to atomize spiritual energy, and Chen Fan snickered. As for the liquefaction of spiritual energy and the crystallization of spiritual energy, there is no need to think about it.
He sat cross-legged in the villa and practiced for a while. After feeling the unprecedented speed of practice, he stood up and closed the magic circle.
After all, the Soul Gathering Jade Plate is not made of chalcedony, but just ordinary jade, which cannot be used for a long time. Just like that Bagua Pan magic weapon, the more times it is used, the more overwhelmed it becomes.
After Chen Fan left the villa, he walked down the mountain road.
It was already evening, and many wives and daughters of wealthy and noble families who lived nearby or in villas at the foot of the mountain took a walk along the mountain road after eating. He was very surprised to see Chen Fan coming down from the mountain. There is only one villa on the top of the mountain. Does he live in the mysterious Villa No. 1?
As he was walking, a voice suddenly came:
"Chen Fan?"
Chen Fan looked back and saw Jiang Churan's family of three looking at him in surprise.
"Why are you here?"
Jiang Churan said while looking behind Chen Fan.
This road leads directly to the top of the mountain, which is the entrance to Villa No. 1. Usually everyone stops here at most, watching the sunrise and sunset, and admiring the sea of clouds from the nearby platforms and pavilions. Very few people go further up. After all, it is considered private property.
"Aunt Tang, Uncle Jiang, Ranran, hello." Chen Fan said hello with a smile.
Although Aunt Tang didn't urge him to eat at home these days, she seemed to be aware of the conflict between him and Jiang Churan and Jiang Haishan, but she still called him from time to time to greet him. Chen Fan is a nostalgic person and is always grateful.
Then he replied: "I live there."
"You live in Villa No. 1?" Jiang Churan was stunned and said in disbelief.
"Yes." Chen Fan nodded.
Jiang Haishan, who had been looking impatient for a long time, laughed out loud.
"After Villa No. 1 was built, it was given to Chairman Wei of Fangsheng International by Mr. Shen Ronghua, the richest man in Chuzhou."
As he spoke, he looked at Chen Fan with contempt:
"You won't say that you are Chairman Wei."
"He has already given this villa to me." Chen Fan frowned and said calmly.
After saying that, he ignored Jiang Haishan and turned to look at Aunt Tang.
"Aunt Tang, I've troubled you these days. I just wanted to invite you to sit at my house. Haven't you always wanted to see the sunrise over the sea of clouds?"
Facing Chen Fan's frank eyes, Aunt Tang felt tangled in her heart.
Reason told her that Chen Fan was just bragging. As a sixteen or seventeen-year-old high school student, what qualifications did he have to let Mr. Wei, who was famous in Chuzhou, give him a villa worth tens of millions?
But seeing Chen Fan's sincere eyes, she couldn't bear to hurt her child's self-esteem. It's probably because he wanted to prop up his position in front of his daughter, which is understandable.
So she smiled and said, "Aunt Tang has just finished her meal and is going out for a walk. Let's go next time."
"Xiao Fan, you and Ranran are both young people. We just happen to hang out around the area together. Your Uncle Jiang and I won't disturb you."
After saying that, he quickly pulled the reluctant Jiang Haishan away.
As Jiang Haishan walked, he shook his head in disdain: "Today's children, in order to chase girls, they brag more and more."
"Fortunately, our daughter is not the kind to get started easily after being coaxed."
"Say less." Aunt Tang glared at him fiercely.
After the two of them walked away, Jiang Churan turned his head and looked at Chen Fan faintly.
"What are you doing here?"
"Is it for...me?"
Chen Fan was stunned and said with a smile: "I really live in Villa No. 1."
"If you don't believe it, I'll take you up now to see if you can."
As soon as he said these words, Jiang Churan's expression changed and he said loudly:
"Chen Fan, there are only two of us, and you still want to be tough?"
"I know that you are Wei Ziqing's friend, but so what? Wei Ziqing is Wei Ziqing, and you are you."
"But you have to know that a proud woman like Wei Ziqing may occasionally favor ordinary people like us. But if we blindly ask her to do things, and the gap between the two is getting wider and wider, then it is not possible. Maybe become real friends."
As she spoke, a mist filled her eyes.
Jiang Churan was really surprised by him when he was at Qianlong Villa. But when I looked back, I realized that I had overestimated Chen Fan. Although Wei Ziqing is the princess of the Wei family and the proud daughter of heaven, Chen Fan is just her friend.
Which rich man or young man doesn't have poor relatives or friends? These powerful friends can help you once or twice, but can they help you forever?
If you expect to rely on Wei Ziqing's help every time, no matter how good your friendship is, it will be wasted in the help again and again.
After the cocktail party and auction, Jiang Churan secretly went to Coco Bar and saw that Chen Fan was still working in the bar and being ordered around. Just like Cinderella in the story, her gorgeous transformation stunned the audience. But after 12 o'clock, she will eventually become Cinderella, not Snow White.
Chen Fan felt a little impatient when he heard this.
"I told you, this has nothing to do with Wei Ziqing, it is indeed my house."
"If you believe it, forget it if you don't believe it."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
The girl was left alone, her face turning blue and white. She didn't expect that Chen Fan would just throw her away like this!
This is already the second time!
"Chen Fan, don't think that you can rely on Wei Ziqing for the rest of your life."
Jiang Churan's face was full of disappointment, but he had mixed emotions in his heart.
Although she didn't believe Chen Fan's words at all, she still had a bit of extravagant hope deep in her heart - what if what he said was true? Is he really the one who can give Mr. Wei a villa?
When you care about a person, you will be truly disappointed and angry with him, otherwise he will not be in your eyes at all.
...
Chen Fan, who was in Chuzhou, didn't know that at this time, thousands of miles away on the sea, a smuggling ship was sailing to Tianhe City.
"Master Hu, we are still about ten kilometers away from the coastline. We can't go any further. If we go any further, we will easily be caught by the Chinese coast guard."
"I'll send the speedboat to take you there."
The boss of the stowaway boat said fearfully to a middle-aged man standing on the bow.
This middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, his body as straight as a javelin, and remained motionless despite the waves and sea breeze.
Everyone on the smuggling ship looked at him like a monster.
He has been standing there for a whole day without moving. If you think this is not a monster, who is the monster?
"No."
The middle-aged man finally spoke slowly.
His eyes seemed to have traveled a distance of ten kilometers and landed on the opposite coastline.
"You guys go back, I'll go there alone."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this.
The coast is more than ten kilometers away. How can one get there alone? Did he drive the speedboat himself? If you are not a veteran and are familiar with this sea area, it is very dangerous to drive a speedboat to the shore when the waves are strong and the wind is strong late at night.
When the ship boss was about to persuade again...
I saw the middle-aged man suddenly holding the railing with his hands and jumping into the sea.
"Master Tiger!"
Everyone was shocked and hurriedly leaned on the railing and looked down. Suddenly, everyone's expressions froze, and there was an incredible look in their eyes.
They saw a sight they would never forget.
The middle-aged man stepped on the waves and ran on the water as if it were flat ground. With a long white mark on his back, he galloped towards the coast.
There was a snap.
The boss of the ship collapsed on the deck, his face full of horror and his lips trembling.
"This...could it be that I have met the Sea Dragon King?"