This liquid looks very viscous and light yellow!
Time passed from noon to evening, and the night gradually covered the small courtyard.
The old man still had no intention of stopping, and his expression was meticulous.
"Master, the spiritual furnace is ready!" At this time, a man walked out of the inner courtyard and said.
Xia Yan's eyes flashed and he recognized that this person was the one who made weapons in this courtyard when he first came here.
"Well, I understand!" the old man said without looking back, and continued to wave the cold iron hammer in his hand.
The middle-aged man glanced at Xia Yan, then turned around and entered the inner courtyard.
Seeing this hammer, Xia Yan couldn't help but want to laugh. I'm afraid there is only one hammer made of thousand-year cold iron in the Dragon Continent! Thousand-year cold iron costs 10,000 gold coins per kilogram, who would use it?
To make a hammer?
It’s too late to make a sharp weapon, and no one will believe it if I say it’s a hammer.
"Huh~" The old man suddenly exhaled, took the sword body, and immersed it entirely in the viscous liquid.
"Chi~"
A thick smoke emerged from the liquid, and then a scent overflowed from the pot. The liquid in this pot was definitely not ordinary quenching water.
"You're here!" The old man turned around and looked at Xia Yan, his entire face darkened.
Chapter completed!