"President Yunxiao, I see that Aotian Xiaoyou's physical condition is not very good now, so it is so difficult to refine the sword?" Ling Xiao said with some concern after a slight groan.

"Yes, I tried to persuade him, but this kid insisted on coming to the competition, so he ......"

"Grandmaster, the grass people are in good health now, and they will definitely be able to persist in refining the sword, so please give me another chance!" Aotian knelt down on one knee again and pleaded.

For him, this tournament is indeed a rare opportunity, so he really doesn't want to pass by the opportunity like this.

"Teacher, why don't you give him a chance and let him try!" The Seventh Princess spoke again, in fact, through Ouyang Yunxiao's words just now, she already admired Aotian very much in her heart.

Being highly toxic but still insisting on participating in the competition, this is definitely not something that ordinary people can do, and she saw that there were beads of sweat on Aotian's forehead, presumably her body must be very uncomfortable at this time, and she still had to insist in this situation, this kind of persistence and perseverance made her impressed from the bottom of her heart.

Seeing that the seven princesses showed the appearance of protecting the sky one after another, Mahe's face on the side became more and more gloomy.

Although the appearance and life experience of the arrogant heaven in front of him are not as good as himself, but this person is the same age as the seventh princess, and his appearance is not bad, if he is allowed to obtain the title of royal swordsmith today, his status and identity will immediately skyrocket, and he will not be able to compare with him at that time.

So Marlowe had a slight sense of crisis in his heart, and secretly regarded Aotian as his enemy and threat, so after a little groaning, he said: "Teacher, this first round of the competition has ended, I don't think you should change the rules for one person, break the rules of the competition, I hope the teacher thinks twice!"

"Mahe, the purpose of the Sword Forging Masters Tournament is to select outstanding talents for the empire, and the rules of the tournament also exist to serve the purpose of the competition, so why not change the rules!" Hearing that Mahe actually refuted his proposal, the seventh princess suddenly turned cold, and replied sharply.

"But is it necessary for everyone present to spend a few more hours here for the sake of one person?" Mach continued.

"Hmph, it's a waste of time to say what Lang said, I think the audience here must enjoy watching Aotian refining swords!" the Seventh Princess retorted sharply.

"Okay, don't argue!" Ling Xiao interrupted the argument between the Seventh Princess and Ma He, and immediately looked at Aotian and asked, "Aotian, are you sure you want to insist on participating in the competition?"

"Hmm!" Aotian nodded heavily.

"Then you're going to refine a Xuan-level sword later?"

"Yes!"

"But you have to be mentally prepared, with your current physical state, it is very likely that you will fail in refining, if you fail, you may not have a chance to come back again, you can only wait until the next session!" Ling Xiao said with a serious face.

"Well, don't worry, Grandmaster, I will definitely do my best, no matter what the result is, at least I have tried!" Aotian said with a firm face and a fist clenched.

Seeing that Aotian's attitude was very resolute, as if no one could shake him, Ling Xiao appreciated Aotian's persistence very much, and he also wanted to see Aotian's talent, so after a little silence, he nodded and said, "Okay, President Yunxiao, immediately notify the judges and the hosts, extend the competition, and let Aotian immediately come to the venue to prepare!"

"Yes, thank you, Grandmaster!" Ouyang Yunxiao was overjoyed, and immediately clasped his fists and said gratefully.

"Thank you, Master Grandmaster, thank you, Your Royal Highness the Princess!" Aotian was also overjoyed, and hurriedly bowed on one knee in gratitude.

"Well, come on, don't let us down!" Ling Xiao said with a slight smile.

"Hmm!" Ao Tian nodded heavily, and immediately followed Ouyang Yunxiao out of the VIP seat, and then trotted to the No. 12 round platform in the field.

And Ouyang Yunxiao also came to the judges' seat and explained what Ling Xiao meant with many judges and hosts.

"Gentlemen, ladies, the first round of the tournament is not over yet, we just got the news, the youngest sword forging master of our Yunlan Empire has arrived, he is Aotian standing on the twelfth platform, he is only eighteen years old this year, and now he is going to start to hit the quota for the second round of the event, let's witness this historical moment together!" The host's loud voice resounded throughout the venue again.

In an instant, the surrounding stands suddenly boiled, and all kinds of exclamations, doubts, and discussions were intertwined, echoing in the sky above the stadium like a tide.

"The youngest swordsmith, is it really fake?"

"Yes, looking at that kid's appearance, it really seems that he is seventeen or eighteen, how can he be a swordsmith at such a young age?"

"It's incredible, is this kid already a great martial artist powerhouse, and an eighteen-year-old great martial artist is too, too appalling!"

"There shouldn't be a fake, the competition can work extra for this person, it must be this person who really has that ability, it seems that this year is not just Qin Zhen who will move the world!"

"That's right, if this kid really refines a Xuan-level sword later, then he will not only be famous in the world, but in the past and present!"

"Tsk, eighteen-year-old sword-forging master, it's really unprecedented!"

The chatter in the stands could not be calmed down for a long time, but everyone did not complain about the overtime of the competition, but on the contrary, they were full of interest and anticipation to prepare to witness the new star that would rise miraculously in the Yunlan Empire.

At this moment, Aotian has completely become the focus of the audience, and countless eyes converge on him at the same time, which also gives him great pressure.

If it was before he was poisoned, Aotian had absolute confidence, but now the toxins in his body are eroding his internal organs from time to time, and the tingling sensation from time to time makes him easily distracted, and the blood qi that is not very stable may also cause fluctuations in the temperature of the flame at any time, and his mental state is also very sluggish because of the poisoning.

So Aotian was really a little worried.

After all, refining a sword is an extremely delicate and complex process, and the slightest mistake can lead to ultimate failure.

"Aotian, you must not lose face here! You can! Believe in yourself, you must overcome difficulties and succeed!" Aotian kept cheering himself in his heart.

He only has one chance, and once he misses it, he may not be able to make up for it for the rest of his life, so today he can only succeed and not fail.

"Come on!" shouted in his heart, Aotian clenched his teeth, clenched his fists, and tried his best to suppress the toxins like epiphytes, and then adjusted his mood and physical state.

Feeling that his mood had completely calmed down, Aotian immediately took out the sword-casting furnace from the storage ring, and then took out the various materials for refining the Xuan-level sword and placed it in the sword-casting furnace.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the surrounding stands fell silent, and the entire stadium suddenly fell into silence.

"Aotian, come on!" Ouyang Yunxiao on the judges' seat looked tense, and his whole heart was already tightened.

And the seventh princess sitting in the VIP seat also stared at Aotian with wide eyes, staring intently at Aotian, and secretly looked forward to it in her heart.

On the round platform, Aotian had already closed his eyes, and his hands were pressed into the two grooves of the sword-casting furnace.

In the next second, only a "whew" was heard, and the scorching fire suddenly rose, and the sword casting officially began.

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"Teacher, how could that Aotian become a swordsmith at such a young age?" In the VIP seat, Ma He, who had been gloomy all the time, suddenly asked.

"Because he has refined Xuan Qi in his body!"

"Xuan Qi, is there really anyone in this world who can refine Xuan Qi?" Ma He's face showed a look of surprise.

"Of course, this world is so big, there are all kinds of strange people, the teacher has seen some people with special physiques before, and this Aotian physique is also very unusual!"

"Then after refining the Xuan Qi, you can learn the art of sword forging without being restricted by the level of blood and qi?"

"Well, Xuan Qi is an extremely powerful energy, so using Xuan Qi energy to transform flames can replace blood qi, so that you don't have to be limited by blood qi level!"

"I see!" Hearing Ling Xiao's words, Ma He's heart yearned for a while, and he couldn't help but look at Aotian on the round platform again, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he secretly said in his heart: "How good would it be if I could also refine Xuan Qi?"

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On the round platform, Aotian had successfully smelted all the materials, and then he would enter the most important stage, which was also the stage he was most worried about—spiritual power forging.

The process of spiritual power casting is extremely complex, the degree of mutual integration between each material, the mutual reaction between materials, qualitative change, and the manufacture of sword gangs and so on all need to be extremely accurately controlled, and the whole process cannot tolerate half a point difference.

However, Aotian's physical condition is not good now, and those unstable factors in the body may have a fatal impact on the casting of mental power at any time, so the final success depends on whether this stage can be successfully completed.

As time passed, Aotian's brows became tighter and tighter, the sweat on his forehead gathered more and more, and his complexion became more and more solemn.

At this time, he had almost reached a state of self-forgetfulness, almost ignoring the pain in his body from time to time, and there was only one thought in his mind, that is, to do his best to refine the Xuan-level sword.

However, what made Aotian worry the most finally happened.

At the most critical moment in the entire refining process, Aotian seemed to be over-depleted of spiritual power, so his brain suddenly appeared in a trance for a moment.

But at this moment, the material liquids that were originally fused with each other under the control of spiritual power suddenly lost control, and suddenly it was as if several head-on giants collided together, and with a "bang", a wave was set off in the sword-casting furnace, making those material liquids gush upwards like a fountain.

Seeing this scene, the people in the surrounding stands suddenly let out a burst of exclamations. And the seventh princess, who had been watching Aotian intently, covered her mouth in horror, and her eyes were full of panic.

"Alas—" Ling Xiao sighed regretfully and shook his head slightly.

And Mach beside him showed surprise on his face, and he secretly cheered in his heart.

"It's over!" Ouyang Yunxiao only felt a "buzz" in his brain, and his whole heart instantly cooled, and even his breathing seemed to stop at this moment.

He knew very well that Aotian must have failed this time.

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