Chapter 143 The Ten Sects Competition Is About to Begin

Shen Lang read the words.

Looking at the date, it was five days ago.

Then he unfolded the second paper crane, which was sent by Xue Lingling: the handwriting on this paper crane was a little sloppy, revealing haste and urgency.

"Brother Shen Lang, the Foreign Affairs Hall of the Tiandao League is in Qingyazhou, and a special teleportation formation is required to get there. The elders decided to let the disciples of the Blood Sword Sect go there in advance. We may not be able to wait for you."

Shen Lang could imagine the anxious look of Xue Lingling when she wrote these words.

This was left two days ago, and the urgency of time made Shen Lang's heart rise all of a sudden.

Perhaps because Shen Lang had not responded for a long time, the sisters Xue Yameng and Xue Lingling left a few more paper cranes.

The contents on those paper cranes were similar, all reminding Shen Lang not to forget the Ten Sects Competition.

And the last paper crane was left for him by Wang Tingyi: after the paper crane was unfolded, the handwriting on it was vigorous and powerful, revealing a sense of calmness and seriousness.

"We dare not disturb your retreat rashly, so we will go ahead and go to Qingyazhou as soon as you read this letter."

Shen Lang stared at the words, as if he could see Wang Tingyi's solemn expression, as well as his helplessness and eagerness when he wrote these words.

Shen Lang forgot the time while refining the elixir. He came out of retreat today, which was the day when the Ten Sects Competition began.

Shen Lang put away the paper crane and suddenly felt someone coming.

He felt nervous and immediately alerted.

When he raised his head, he saw Zhou Qingxuan, who was rushing over with an anxious face.

Zhou Qingxuan's hair was a little messy, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Her clothes were slightly wrinkled while running, and her eyes were full of anxiety and worry.

"Junior Brother Shen Lang, you are finally out of retreat!" Zhou Qingxuan's voice was trembling a little, and there was both relief and deep eagerness in her words.

She took two steps at a time and came to Shen Lang.

Zhou Qingxuan came here several times a day these days, and every time she came, her steps were hurried and anxious.

She looked at Shen Lang's closed door, and she couldn't stop worrying.

The closed door seemed like an invisible barrier, blocking her concern and expectations.

Her eyes stayed on the door for a long time, with anxiety and expectation intertwined in her eyes, and her hands twisted together unconsciously.

Before she came, she was still discussing with the eighth senior brother that if Shen Lang didn't show any signs of coming out today, she would try to break the ban outside the door.

"Master took the disciples of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion and the Blood Sword Sect to take the teleportation array two days ago. Before leaving, he specifically told me to notify you in time."

Zhou Qingxuan's voice trembled slightly, "Master told me a lot at that time to bring you to the competition site smoothly."

A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes, as if she felt that she had not completed the task assigned by the master.

"Alas, the Ten Sects Competition has already begun. I wonder if it's too late for you to go now?"

Zhou Qingxuan sighed lightly, frowned, and looked at Shen Lang anxiously, "But no matter what, we have to give it a try. We can't just give up like this."

"Pack up quickly, I'll take you to the teleportation array!" Zhou Qingxuan said as she paced back and forth anxiously, her eyes full of urging.

Shen Lang, the person involved, was not so anxious. He looked calm and said slowly: "Don't rush to leave. Where is Brother Eight? Take me there."

Shen Lang's tone was steady, as if this was not going to participate in the Ten Sects Competition that had already begun, but just an ordinary trip.

"How can this not be urgent? If you have something to ask your Brother Eight, why not tell me?" Zhou Qingxuan widened her eyes and her voice rose a few degrees because of anxiety.

Her face was full of anxiety and confusion, "The Ten Sects Competition has already begun. Every minute and every second is crucial. How can you still be so calm? What can't be said after the competition is over?"

"I have something to give him." Shen Lang frowned slightly, his tone still calm, "This thing is very important to Brother Eighth. I must give it to him before leaving."

Shen Lang's eyes revealed a trace of determination, as if this matter had an unshakable position in his heart.

Zhou Qingxuan was almost dying of anxiety. She paced in place, her hands clenched into fists, and beads of sweat on her forehead kept rolling down her cheeks.

"Shen Lang, why don't you understand the seriousness of this matter?" Her voice was trembling, and her eyes were full of anxiety and eagerness.

They all knew how talented Shen Lang was. If he participated in the Ten Sects Competition, he would definitely win a good ranking for the sect.

Shen Lang's talent is obvious to all in the sect. His outstanding comprehension, deep spiritual power, and perseverance and courage in the face of difficulties have made everyone place high hopes on him.

Everyone puts their hopes on Shen Lang this time. If Shen Lang can win the first place, Lingxiao Sword Pavilion will be able to turn things around and become the first sect.

"Think about it, Shen Lang, our sect has been suppressed by other sects, resources are scarce, and it is becoming more and more difficult to recruit disciples. I hope you can shine in this competition and make our sect proud."

Zhou Qingxuan's eyes are full of longing and expectations for the future of the sect.

In the future, whether it is resource allocation or recruitment of disciples, or in the negotiation of various major events, they will have a heavier voice.

"By then, our sect will have more cultivation resources, can recruit more potential disciples, and can speak up among the major sects."

Zhou Qingxuan became more and more excited as she spoke, as if she had already seen the glorious future of the sect.

Zhou Qingxuan certainly didn't want Shen Lang to miss this competition.

Her eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, "Shen Lang, no matter what, we must hurry up and not let everyone's expectations down!"

"If you have something to give him, why not give it to me, I'll pass it on for you, and you can leave quickly! What else can be more important than your participation in the Ten Sects Competition?" Zhou Qingxuan said eagerly with wide eyes.

Her voice was almost pleading, and her face flushed with anxiety, "Shen Lang, please don't waste any more time, the competition can't wait!"

"No, Sister Qingxuan, it's not that I don't believe you, but I have to give this thing to Brother Eight in person. I have a few more words to tell him."

Shen Lang shook his head, his expression firm, his eyes revealing unquestionable determination.

Zhou Qingxuan and the Eighth Senior Brother are husband and wife, and Shen Lang trusts Zhou Qingxuan's character. Of course, he knows that Zhou Qingxuan will not secretly take the pill.

"Sister Qingxuan, I know that you and the Eighth Senior Brother are deeply in love, and I have no doubt about your character." Shen Lang looked at Zhou Qingxuan, his tone sincere and genuine.