Over the next few days, Yan Han extracted the flames little by little, increasing the intensity of the flames.

What started as a flame and then became, pumping hundreds of flames.

Unlike Feng Pingjing's flame control, he used countless tiny flames instead of a powerful flame to melt the spirit stone.

And just as the number of strands of the flame increased to a terrifying three thousand eight hundred, the spirit stone finally showed signs of melting.

At this time, the divine fire under the abyss was still stable, and Yan Han breathed a long sigh of relief.

In this way, Yan Han continued to practice with this method, and it was not until a month later that the prototype of Baolian Terrace was gradually revealed.

Yan Han didn't expect that the cultivation of Baolian Terrace would take such a long time, and he would use his mental power for a long time, and in the future, it would not only consume his energy and physique, but also consume his life element!

But Yan Han couldn't stop at all, he was in a habitual state of sacrifice, and he only had Baolian Tai in his eyes!

Later, his thoughts tended to be numb, and what he did was not to help Feng Pingjing, but to force himself to complete this work, and it must not be flawed!

When Feng Pingjing woke up, she had been in a coma for more than forty days.

She saw Yan Han sitting next to her at this time, as if there was nothing beside him, and his body was covered with ashes, like a person who had died for a thousand years, covered with vicissitudes.

Feng Pingjing looked to the side again, and was overjoyed that a fixed Baolian platform appeared in front of her.

Feng Pingjing could feel that there was still a trace of mental power emanating from Yan Han's body, and she was doing a finishing step reinforcement work.

At this moment, Yan Han's mental power came to an abrupt end, and Baolian Terrace was finally completed!

And Yan Han seemed to stop the breath of life at the same time.

Feng Pingjing was startled, and hurriedly picked up Yan Han, "Yan Han, are you okay?... Thank you!" Her tears were already flowing uncontrollably.

Yan Han lay in Feng Pingjing's arms, and forced out a smile, "Are you still satisfied with this work?" After speaking, he felt a little groggy and collapsed.

Feng Pingjing nodded vigorously, her voice was already choked, "No matter how good your work is, it can't compare to you..."

At this time, she stared at Yan Han's pale face and chapped lips, and couldn't help but gently buckle it down with her cherry lips...

Yan Han woke up like an electric shock.

Feng Pingjing is a strong woman, but a strong woman is so active, which makes her have a stronger feminine charm.

Yan Han, a young and fiery person, was suddenly aroused by the most primitive impulse.

What malaise, what exhaustion, what life element, all throw to the back of the head.

He directly hugged Feng Pingjing backhand into his arms, and kissed Feng Pingjing with a condescending attitude.

Feng Pingjing patted him lightly, "I hate it!

Yan Han smiled, "Beauty is a man's spiritual food. After speaking, his mouth covered Feng Pingjing's cherry lips again.

At this time, Feng Pingjing seemed to have indulged in it, her chest rose and fell strongly, and her slender beautiful legs trembled slightly.

At this moment, a dry cough woke up the two, and Feng Xingjue didn't know when he came to the sacrificial platform.

"Uncle!"

Feng Pingjing hurriedly sat up, her face flushed, and she didn't know what to say.

Yan Han didn't care, he just felt a little unsatisfied.

Feng Xingjue didn't look at the two of them again, but looked at the Baolian Terrace in front of him with fine eyes.

"This thing is perfect, the West Valley finally has an immortal weapon!"

After that, he swept Yan Han with a cold light, "You are really a genius!"

"I read that you have made a meritorious sacrifice, and I was unreasonable to the little girl just now, and I will spare you death!"

After speaking, Feng Xingjue was happy, holding the Baolian Platform in his hand, and led the two out of the sacrificial secret room.

In fact, Feng Xingjue has been staring at the movement of the sacrifice platform for more than a month.

When the Abyss Divine Fire broke out, the sacrifice failed, and Yan Han left the sacrifice platform with Feng Pingjing, Feng Xingjue had the urge to kill Yan Han.

Later, he found that Yan Han jumped back to the sacrificial refining platform and started the refining by himself, and the more Feng Xingjue looked at it, the more shocked he became.

Yan Han's fire control ability is like a stroke of genius, and it is by no means inferior to Feng Pingjing.

Feng Xingjue really couldn't figure out how many means and secrets Yan Han still had, no wonder he captured his niece's heart so quickly.

Feng Ping quietly helped Yan Han out of the secret room, and then ordered someone to take Yan Han to the guest room to rest.

The rooms in the West Valley were luxurious, but Yan Han had no time to appreciate them, and he was so tired that he was already in a trance.

...

Yan Han woke up after a full five days of sleep, and he completely recovered his spirits.

He saw Feng Ping sitting at the head of the bed and smiling sweetly at him, holding a bowl of tonic soup in her hand.

Being able to get the care and care of the young valley lord of the West Valley, Yan Han felt unreal.

"Are you going to serve me like this all the time?"

"Yes, as long as you promise me to stay in the West Valley. At this time, Feng Ping was as quiet as a delicate young woman.

"It depends on whether you're sincere or not. Yan Han put on a serious shelf.

Ping Jing lowered her head, "We Feng Clan have a custom, every seventh day of July, women will make a wish like the old moon, I made a wish when I was a child, whoever can help me refine the Baolian Terrace and save my mother, I will marry him." ”

Yan Han never thought that the relationship between the two would develop so quickly, and he was a little caught off guard.

"Are you serious?" Yan Han's eyes widened.

"What do you think?"

"Then do you have any rules in the West Valley, that is, the magicians can't talk about their children's personal affairs for a hundred years, or will a bunch of weird old men jump out to stop us when we are together?" Yan Han touched the back of his head, he felt that it was important for him to ask this question.

Feng Pingjing smiled "poof", "I am the deputy valley master, I have the final say in our marriage, who will stop it?"

"And I don't have such a strong love for cultivation, and I won't wronged myself for a hundred years. After I have been running the property in the West Valley for a while, I would like to quit my position as the deputy valley owner and wander the world with you. ”

Feng Pingjing finished her words very seriously.

Yan Han was very moved when he heard it, and felt that he was very compatible with Feng Pingjing and was very like-minded.

"Can your uncle agree, then?"

"Of course, my uncle loves me the most, and he won't interfere with my private feelings. ”

Yan Han slapped his thigh, "Wonderful! I also believe that fate is destined! Although I don't like this place in the West Valley very much, for the sake of the peerless wind of the young valley master, it doesn't matter if I am wronged to live here temporarily." ”

Feng Pingjing slapped him gently, "Why are you wronged, don't you want to stay with me?"

"Actually, if you don't like this place, I can consider going back to the miners' camp with you. Feng Pingjing said with a shy face.

Yan Han laughed, "How can I be willing to let the young valley master live in the miners' camp to live a hard life, I decided to stay in the West Valley first, and when you stop being the deputy valley master, I will take you to the human world to play! But before that, I want to go back and explain some things to my brothers." ”

In this way, Yan Han and Feng Pingjing imagined the sweet life and plans for the future.

"Can I wait for my mother to wake up before leaving? Bao Liantai has already injected divine power into my mother's body, and I expect her to wake up in the next few days, at most in seven or eight days, and at least in three or two days. When I wake up, I want her to see you. ”

Yan Han gently scratched Feng Pingjing's nose, "You make me very stressed, I'd better go back and adjust my mentality first." ”

Feng Ping couldn't resist Yan Han, so she no longer insisted.

On the same day, Feng Ping Jing took off the sword and carried Yan Han back to the camp.

Before parting, Feng Pingjing smiled playfully, "I will marry you here with great fanfare in three days!"

Yan Han almost fell to the ground when he heard this.

When Yan Han returned to the camp, Hu Hao, Jiang Kuan, Xia Feng, and the three kings came out to greet them, and the brothers did not see tears flying for many days.

Yan Han learned that a lot was going on in the camp.

The Black Boss and others were released back to the West Valley to continue their cultivation and transformation; the West Valley fulfilled its promises, raised wages, improved food, and opened up the rights and interests of miners to enter Xishan Town; and more humanely, miners were allowed to take one day off every seven days.

Yan Han knew that this was all Feng Pingjing's efforts to fight for him, and he felt sweet in his heart, wishing that this girl would let him kiss it in front of him.

Everyone was talking and laughing, and Xia Feng proposed to go to Xishan Town to drink together.

Yan Han said, why can't we have our own tavern.

When everyone heard this, they were right, so the brothers prepared to raise money together to set up a tavern and a teahouse in the camp.

In this way, the brothers planned the development of the camp in the future.

Yan Han proposed to rely on the protection of the Fallen God Array to develop a new city in the camp in the future to accommodate refugees, and this will be the home of refugees in the future.

The name of this new city is the city of falling gods, and everyone agrees, and screams excitedly.

West Valley.

In a secret room with frost flowers on the walls, on an ice jade bed lay Feng Pingjing's mother, who used to be a powerful figure in the Fang Immortal Continent, her name was Lin Yin.

On this day, Lin Yin, who had been sleeping for ten years, finally woke up under the effect of Baolian Terrace.

She saw her daughter, saw Feng Xingjue, was stunned for a long time, and then returned to the former mother's world, domineering momentum.

After Lin Yin woke up, the West Valley was shaken!

When the West Valley was under Lin Yin's control, it was definitely the pinnacle of status.

Lin Yin's name meant an era, she was once like a bright meteor in the Western Valley, but she made everyone in the Fang Immortal Continent remember her name.

Lin Yin is very beautiful, with the same grace and luxury as Feng Pingjing, but has a domineering temperament that Feng Pingjing does not have.

As a woman, her aura is so powerful that even Fengxing is not as good as it.

Lin Yin adjusted for a day to adapt to the environment, and after meeting with a group of elders during the day, he talked with his daughter at night, and his energy can be seen.

Lin Yin listened to her daughter's refinement in alchemy over the years and praised it a lot, but frowned slightly at the stagnation of her daughter's inner dan cultivation, but when Lin Yin learned about Yan Han's matter, her face couldn't help but turn cold.

The next day, Lin Yin found Feng Xingjue.

"Did you agree with Jing'er's decision?" Lin Yin asked.

"Yes. ”

"Do you know that this will hurt Jing'er? Jing'er's cultivation is still a long way to go, she will be a master in the future, she can't get involved in the slightest personal relationship with her children now! How did you become an uncle?"

Lin Yin's voice turned cold.

"I think Jing'er has the right to choose her own happy life. ”

Lin Yin was furious, and a burst of true qi shot out, blowing up a giant tripod behind Feng Xingjue.

"I don't care how talented and charismatic Yan Han is, Jing'er must stay away from him!"

"Lin Yin, are you letting your fate repeat itself on Jing'er?"

"Shut up!" Lin Yin looked at Feng Xingjue coldly, and the two looked at each other for a long time without saying anything more.

On this day, Feng Pingjing was called to Lin Yin.

"I don't agree with you being with Yan Han!"

"Why, Mother?"

"I'm going to temper you into an incomparably powerful sorcerer who will rule the West Valley in the future, and now is not the time for you to talk about your children's affairs. ”

"Mother, I love Yan Han and have no intention of being the successor of the valley master. ”

With a "snap", Lin Yin slapped Feng Pingjing hard.

"It's not promising, it's not up to you to decide whether to be the successor of the valley master!"

Feng Pingjing covered half of her face, heartbroken, "Mother, the child is not filial, forgive your fate." The child would rather be an ordinary person than be with Yan Han. ”

"Presumptuous!"

Lin Yin shouted angrily, "I swear as a Purple Realm Warlock, if you want to be with Yan Han, I will kill him myself!"

"From now on, you can retreat and meditate here!" After speaking, Lin Yin flashed away.

Feng Ping sat quietly on the stone platform, her skirt was spread all over the ground, silent tears, numb expression, fluttering heart, as if she could no longer catch that person...

Yan Han was still preaching his romantic demeanor in the miners' camp at this time.

Hu Hao, Xia Feng and a few others, as listeners, really had the urge to cut him.

"Yan Han, you really have to deal with the Young Valley Lord of the West Valley, you're not fooling us, are you?" Xia Feng asked.

"What am I fooling you guys for? I'm about to leave the camp to be the son-in-law of the dragon in the West Valley, although I am reluctant to have a few brothers, but I am helpless to be forced by the beauties to beg me. ”

Hu Hao was unconvinced: "Do your big dream of spring and autumn! I have seen myself as the young valley master of the West Wind Valley, and that kind of stunning talent will take a fancy to you?"

Jiang Kuan also supported Hu Hao's point of view on the side, because he had also witnessed the true face of the young valley master. And the three kings absolutely believed Yan Han on the side, and everyone argued endlessly.

"My brother is jealous, and I understand. In another day, Feng Pingjing, that girl, will come to pick me up in person, and when the time comes, you just don't cry my nose. ”

"Also, Xia Feng, let my sister-in-law help me make the groom's outfit, are you done?"

Xia Feng smiled, "It's done, how dare I delay your good deeds." ”

Yan Han took the clothes handed over by Xia Feng, flipped through them, and frowned.

This outfit is really messed up at home, the cuffs feel like one big and one small, and there are dead threads everywhere.

"Xia Feng, this outfit is made red, isn't it a little too bright?"

Xia Feng hurriedly waved his hand, "How can this be! The big red color can reflect your kid's suave and suave, and the toad wants to eat swan meat." ”

"Xia Feng, I know you're not convinced. Anyway, I have to surprise Feng Pingjing's girl, just wear this outfit!"

The next day, Yan Han was on vacation, and he had to wait for Feng Pingjing to come and go to the mine to go through the resignation procedures directly.

Several members of the mining association, who were already idle, simply stayed to see Yan Han off, and they were still skeptical of what Yan Han said.

Yan Han was both excited and tormented this day, pacing in the house and rubbing his hands, getting up from the early morning until the afternoon.

Several brothers sat next to him and drank tea.

"Yan Han, seriously, you really didn't blame us about this?" Xia Feng asked.

Yan Han glanced at Xia Feng, but he also felt irritable now and didn't say anything anymore.

After another hour, someone finally came to report that there was someone outside the circle who was looking for Yan Han.

Yan Han was pleasantly surprised, and gave himself a thumbs up, looking like the world is not me.

The brothers could only shake their heads and sigh, took the large bags of "dowry" prepared for Yan Han, and accompanied Yan Han to the outside of the formation.

Outside the formation, Yan Han didn't see Feng Pingjing's shadow, but saw Lin Feng standing there.

Yan Han hurriedly walked over, "Where is Feng Pingjing?"

Lin Feng didn't hear clearly, and raised his eyebrows, "Who are you looking for?"

"What I'm talking about is that the young valley lord of the West Valley didn't come?"

"The Young Valley Lord's Majesty will come to this kind of place?" Lin Feng felt that Yan Han's words were inexplicable.

"I came because I handed over a letter from above, saying that the mine office would hand it over to you personally, and it was not signed..."

Lin Feng handed the letter to Yan Han and said:

"I heard that you made a lot of trouble in the West Valley a while ago, and you dared to challenge Ding Rong!"

Yan Han took Lin Feng's letter, cold sweat broke out on his head, and he had a premonition that things had changed.

At this time, Lin Feng noticed Yan Han's red outfit, as well as the large and small packages such as the people behind him.

He glanced at Yan Han, "What are you wearing this fancy dress for?"

Yan Han was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak, and the king next to him said honestly: "Yan Han is going to the West Valley to marry you young valley master..."

When Yan Han heard this, he hurriedly went up to cover the king's mouth.

Lin Feng glanced at everyone's expressions, and finally said, "Yan Han, I see that your head is arched by a pig!

After Lin Feng finished speaking, he staggered, and the Imperial Sword left.

After Lin Feng left, Yan Han sat down on the ground, tore open the letter, and everyone came over to look at it. I saw that it read:

Brother Yan:

You and I met once and had a good time. However, the little woman is bent on visiting immortals to seek Taoism and improve her cultivation, and she doesn't want to be nostalgic for her children's private affairs. The little woman will be in retreat and penance in the West Valley, so don't say goodbye to it, and I hope Brother Yan will forgive me.

The wind is quiet

After reading this letter, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes, "I can't imagine that you really have a leg with the Young Valley Lord of West Wind Valley, although you were dumped, it is worth being a man!"

The letter written by Feng Pingjing was plain and unwavering, without revealing a trace of emotion, as if Yan Han was a passerby.

Yan Han hugged Xia Feng's thigh and cried bitterly, "I didn't expect that I fell out of love again!"

Everyone was stunned, "Don't mother-in-law and mother like an abandoned woman... And why do you say again?"