Aotian followed the old man to a spacious, airy hall upstairs, accompanied by two staff members who were in charge of assessing the swordsmith.

There was no over-decoration in the hall, except for a sword-forging furnace and a metal table in the center, and a few rows of chairs on the sides of the hall.

Coming to the hall, the old man glanced at a staff member beside him, and the man immediately understood, and stepped forward to say to Aotian: "I need to explain to you, the swordsmith assessment is very simple, that is, you need to cast a sword on the spot, you can also use our sword-casting furnace, we will issue you with the corresponding identity badge according to the level of the sword you cast!

Hearing the staff's words, Aotian frowned slightly, he didn't expect that he would need to prepare his own materials to assess the qualifications of sword casters.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't bring the materials here, then I'll come back tomorrow for the assessment!" Aotian said with some embarrassment.

Hearing Aotian's words, the staff couldn't help but look at the old man on the side.

The old man's eyes moved slightly, and then he smiled slightly, and said, "No need, young man, just say what materials you need, we will make an exception to provide you with materials today!"

"That's really thank you senior!" Aotian was overjoyed, and immediately clasped his fists and said gratefully, and quickly said the materials he needed one by one. The old man immediately asked the staff to fetch the sword-casting materials for Aotian and put them on the table next to the sword-casting furnace.

"Young man, let's get started, do your best to refine the best sword, because the sword you refine this time will determine what level of swordsmith you are!" the old man instructed with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, Aotian nodded, and immediately took out his sword casting furnace from the storage ring.

Seeing the sword-casting furnace that Aotian took out, the old man's eyes flashed, and he was secretly shocked in his heart: "This sword-casting furnace is better than mine, it seems that the teacher behind this kid is not an ordinary person!"

Although the old man was surprised in his heart, he didn't show much on his face, but came to the seat next to him with two other staff members, sat down, and prepared to watch the Aotian Sword Forge.

After Aotian took out the sword-casting furnace, his expression immediately became solemn, and he quickly picked up the materials on the table and put them into the sword-casting furnace one after another.

After putting the materials away, Aotian pressed his hands on the two grooves of the sword-casting furnace, closed his eyes slightly, and his spiritual power was injected into the sword-casting furnace.

"Whew-"

The scorching fire rose up, which also made the eyes of the old man on the side hot.

"Sure enough, it's a Xuan Qi Flame!" My father once said that the Xuan Qi Flame is more suitable for smelting materials than the Blood Qi Flame, so the quality of the sword that is generally refined is not too low, I don't know what quality of sword this kid will be able to refine later!" The old man was full of expectations for the sword refined by Aotian.

As time passed, the hall became quieter and quieter, and all that seemed to be the sound of the flames rising in the swordsmithing furnace and the sound of materials and liquid tumbling was left.

Beside the sword-casting furnace, Aotian's brows became tighter and tighter, his face became tighter and tighter, and beads of sweat the size of beans continued to flow down his forehead, and the most stubborn ones slid down his angular cheeks.

Sword forging was a long process, so the old man and the two staff members who were watching from the sidelines did not have the slightest eagerness, and they all waited patiently there, staring at Aotian and the sword casting furnace, and their eyes were gradually full of anticipation.

They vaguely felt that they were likely to witness the birth of a miracle today—the youngest swordsmith of the Yunlan Empire was about to appear in their branch.

After a long time, the old man calculated the time in his heart, as well as the observation of the sword forging furnace and Aotian's expression, and deduced that Aotian's refining was probably about to end, so he couldn't help but stand up from his seat, and the look of anticipation in his eyes became more and more intense.

Sure enough, not long after the old man stood up, the fire in the sword-casting furnace suddenly went out, and a large amount of waste liquid was immediately discharged from under the sword-casting furnace.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Aotian slap the sword-casting furnace, and suddenly a beautiful, cold-hearted long sword, like a dragon going out to sea, flew out of the sword-casting furnace, and fell into Aotian's hand.

The shape of the long sword is exquisite, the blade is as light as a mirror, and the whole is even more natural, and there is a row of exquisite thunder symbols engraved on the spine of the sword, which refracts the surrounding light, and the silver light flickers erratically, as if it is a real lightning, giving people a sense of extraordinary at a glance.

Seeing the long sword that had just been baked in Aotian's hand, the old man's eyes suddenly showed excitement, and he immediately stepped forward, took the long sword from Aotian's hand, and looked at it carefully, and the excitement in his eyes was even stronger.

Immediately, he took out a metal rod the thickness of an arm, which was black all over, and I don't know what material it was made of, and smashed it towards the blade.

"Qiang-" The jet-black metal rod was like a clay rod, and it broke neatly in response, and the fracture was smooth and smooth.

Seeing this, the old man was overjoyed, and the other two seemed to understand something, and their faces showed expressions of surprise.

"Yellow-level high-grade sword!" one of the staff members exclaimed.

They originally thought that even if Aotian was a swordsmith, he would be able to refine a yellow-level lower-grade sword at most, but they didn't expect that Aotian could actually refine a yellow-level high-grade sword.

That is to say, he can directly obtain the qualification of a silver swordsmith and obtain the corresponding treatment and status.

"Young man, what's your name?" calmed down his excitement slightly, and the old man looked at Aotian and asked.

"Junior!"

"Aotian, well, how old is this year?" the old man asked.

"The junior is eighteen years old this year!"

"Eighteen years old, tsk, eighteen-year-old silver medal swordsmith, you are the youngest swordsmith in the history of our Yunlan Empire!" the old man said with admiration on his face.

The other two people on the side also nodded, and their eyes towards Aotian became much more respectful, they both knew very well that with Aotian's talent, the future must be limitless.

Hearing the old man's words, Aotian smiled slightly, although he was very happy in his heart, he did not feel pretentious because of this.

"Aotian, can you tell the old man who your teacher is? he can teach such a powerful apprentice as you, and he must also be an excellent sword-forging master, maybe the old man can still know him!" the old man said with a smile.

"To be honest, I don't know who the teacher is, he just said that I have the talent to learn the art of sword forging, so after teaching me the art of sword forging, he left!"

But his words made the old man and the two staff members a little surprised, but it didn't look like he was lying.

"It seems that your teacher is a master of the world!" the old man sighed, and did not say anything more, but asked in a changed voice: "Aotian, how long have you been learning to forge swords?"

"Hmm...... It's probably been more than two months!" Aotian replied truthfully after a moment's thought.

Hearing this, the old man and the two staff members widened their eyes in surprise again.

After learning the art of sword forging for more than two months, he was able to refine a yellow-level top-grade sword, and this talent and speed were really a bit terrifying.

If they hadn't seen that Aotian was extremely sincere when he spoke, I'm afraid they would definitely think that Aotian was bragging.

"This Aotian is really powerful! with his talent, his future achievements will definitely surpass the current sword-forging grandmaster of my Yunlan Empire. The old man exclaimed in his heart, "There are four months left to be the ten-year Sword Casting Master Competition, with his talent, as long as he cultivates with all his strength, maybe he will really be able to represent my Xilancheng branch to participate in the competition at that time!"

Thinking of this, the old man was overjoyed, in the past few Sword Forging Masters, other clubs have selected and sent good talents, but their branches have always been short of talents, and there is no suitable candidate.

Originally, he pinned his hopes on Ouyang Mingzhu, but she was still young, and she would have to wait many years to become a swordsmith.

However, the appearance of Aotian this time made him see hope.

"Aotian, your talent is indeed very good, but if you can be guided by someone in your future studies, maybe you will improve faster, so if you don't mind, the old man can do a little bit, but it should be able to make you a swordsmith master in the shortest time!" After a long silence, the old man suddenly spoke, his attitude was extremely sincere.

Hearing the old man's words, Aotian's eyes showed a look of joy, and he immediately bowed down and hugged his fists and said: "The younger generation can't ask for it!"

"Ha Luha, that's good, then from today you can live in the old man's mansion, so that the old man can also easily guide you!" The old man was also full of joy, patted Aotian on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

But as soon as Aotian heard that he was going to live in the old man's mansion, his face couldn't help but show hesitation: "This ......"

"Hehe, don't worry, if that girl from Mingzhu dares to trouble you again, just tell me, I will support you!" The old man saw Aotian's thoughts, patted Aotian on the shoulder and smiled.

Seeing that the old man had already said this, Aotian was not good at delaying, so he immediately hugged his fists and said, "Thank you senior!"

The old man smiled, and then spoke again: "Aotian, you first go with the two of them to receive the swordsmith's badge, and then go back here to find me, and later I will refine a Xuan-level superb sword for the Eighth Prince, you just observe the refining process, which will be of great help to you in the future study and practice!"

"Yes!" Aotian bowed his hand, and immediately followed the other two out of this hall, back to the hall on the first floor.

At this moment, the other people in the hall seemed to be waiting for the results of Aotian's assessment, so when they saw Aotian and them coming back, they couldn't help but greet them one after another, and they couldn't wait to ask for the results.

When they heard that Aotian had actually refined a yellow-level top-grade sword, everyone was shocked, they didn't expect that their branch had really given birth to the youngest swordsmith in the empire today, and it was directly a silver-medal swordsmith.

After the shock, everyone was like the stars holding the moon, and they did not hesitate to praise the amazing talent of Aotian by combining the best words into the best language.

For a while, Aotian was flattered, and he could only keep thanking him.

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