C290 Guanyin

Inside the forge, lava gurgling.

The red lava was boiling, and wisps of white smoke were rising and swirling inside the cave.

"Fatty, bring the mold here."

Jin Buhuan stood in front of the furnace, holding the Golden Snake Sword in his hand and carefully examining it. After the lightning tribulation, the blade of this sword was already somewhat uneven. Now