Holy Land. Located in the dark mountains, the only thing that can have a view that is incompatible with the dark mountains is the only one of the holy lands of Shangwu Academy, which is popular on the mainland.

At this moment, in a hall on the fourth floor of the Holy Land Palace, six sixty-six-year-old men were sitting in the center. Each of the sixty-six-year-old men had a slight radiance in their eyes. The most of them was an old man with black and white hair sitting in the center.

The old man had a strong face, a restrained and full of strong style. At this time, the old man was stroking his forehead with his hands, looking distressed.

Seeing the old man's expression, the other five old men also showed a solemn expression. It was precisely because the six old men looked solemn and did not say a word that the atmosphere in the brightly lit hall was extremely depressed.

"Old Chu. We cannot agree with what you said. After all, this involves too much."

After suppressing for a long time, the silent hall finally got rid of the quiet atmosphere because of a word from the old man sitting in the central leader.

When the old man was talking, the atmosphere in the hall was once eased and was no longer as depressed as before. The five old men all looked at a colleague sitting at the last place.

This person is Chu Jiangzhuo, the vice president of Shangwu Academy.

"Old Xing." Hearing the old man speak, Chu Jiangzhuo said helplessly: "I know, but you also understand that there is not much time left in the holy land. I just hope to cultivate more strong people in these last three years. This is just a part of our heart for educating people."

The old man called Mr. Xing sighed and said, "I know, but you are taking a desperate gamble and disregarding the holy land."

"So what? Three years, only three years, and I'm afraid the holy land can no longer be kept. Mr. Xing, you have to know how many young and promising people have emerged this year. I, Lao Chu, dare to pat my chest and say, if they can all come in to practice, in a few decades, there will be more super strong people in the mainland. Mr. Xing, there is not much time left." Chu Jiangzhuo spoke in a debate and wanted to serve Lao Sin.

Hearing this, Old Xing's voice suddenly subsided, staring at Chu Jiangzhuo, and said, "It was difficult to establish a holy land after his ancestors' efforts, plus a lot of money and treasures, to succeed. Although there are only three years left now, I don't want the holy land to lose it to me. What's more, the dean is also running around for this matter and has not come back for many years. I still hope that at the last moment, the dean can turn around and have a solution. If you do this like you, it will only shorten the time for the holy land to remain. I... don't want to see it."

"But if the dean cannot come back or there is no solution, wouldn't it be wasted?" Chu Jiangzhuo asked without giving up.

"The path of cultivation depends on luck in addition to your own efforts. Not everyone will become a strong person when they come to the holy land. I understand your education psychology, and they are all a favorite material. We also want to see more students who can achieve the greatest or even greater improvement through the holy land. However, the matter of the holy land cannot be lost. In addition, the dean must know that no matter whether there is a method or not, he will definitely come back." Old Xing replied, and the determination in his words made Chu Jiangzhuo sigh again.

Chu Jiangzhuo knew that no matter what he said, the other party would not agree. However, he still didn't want to give up and persuaded him: "No matter what, I still hope that Mr. Xing can agree and let the new students and old students come in together. In this way, even if the holy land disappears in less than three years, at least it will be its last force."

After Chu Jiangzhuo finished speaking, he seemed to have grown a lot older. Obviously, he felt sad because his persuasion did not receive the other party's consent.

"Old Chu, I understand your feelings, but I can't agree. I believe that the elders here will not agree with your ideas."

Seeing Chu Jiangzhuo's disappointed expression, Mr. Xing was also depressed. After rejecting the former's suggestion, he looked at the elders present.

When Chu Jiangzhuo heard Mr. Xing mention several elders, he immediately raised his head and looked at the other four people for help, but it was disappointed. Seeing the expressions of several elders like Mr. Xing, Chu Jiangzhuo immediately understood that his trip to the holy land would probably be in vain.

Unable to bear to see Chu Jiangzhuo so sad, Mr. Xing said, "Okay, Old Chu, things are still planned. Now, there are only up to thirty people in the holy land. If you want, these thirty people can get in first. After all, they have been practicing in the academy of the Imperial Capital for nearly a year, and they should be much better than those freshmen in strength. But if you think this year's freshmen have more potential to train, you should do a good job in the selection competition."

"Since there is nothing I can do, then this is all I can do. However, many people will lose this opportunity. If the holy land affairs cannot be resolved and disappear, then I can only feel sorry for those geniuses." Chu Jiangzhuo sighed.

After this, Chu Jiangzhuo was helpless and could not say anything without asking for the consent of Mr. Xing. Then, after chatting with everyone, he left the holy land sadly and returned to the Shangwu Academy in the imperial capital.

After Chu Jiangzhuo left, he disappeared from everyone's eyes. During this period, the five old men present remained unmoved. After Chu Jiangzhuo left, Mr. Xing picked up a list on the table in front of him and looked at it with a serious look on his face.

"Everyone." After reading the list, Mr. Xing said in a deep voice: "You guys say, is my choice right or wrong?"

The next old man said: "Lao Xing, I don't think that this matter is right or wrong. This is just that everyone has different focus in their hearts. We all know that Lao Chu's character is that he values ​​the younger generation and cannot compare with anyone. If it is not that the matter of the holy land is too much involved, we will agree with his idea. However, what you are considering in this regard is to leave a thought for the holy land. If all new and old students come in to practice, the holy land will definitely disappear within two years. This last year is the most critical year, and I don't know if the dean will return on time."

After saying that, the other three nodded, obviously they all agreed with the old man above.

"Yes, I still want to put my hope in this third year. We should also believe in the Dean and believe that he has a way to resolve this crisis."

"But..." Old Xing said, and suddenly changed his subject, looking at the list in his hand, attracting the attention of the elders, and saying, "For some reason, this list always makes me feel the urge to agree with Lao Chu's thoughts."

"Aren't it just some younger generation of geniuses? We have seen too many geniuses." An elder on the left smiled and stroked his beard.

"Yeah." Old Xing nodded, abandoning the trembling throbbing in his heart, and then looked at the list again. When he saw the last name on the list, the throbbing suddenly beat in his heart. However, this sudden change was suppressed by Old Xing again.

"Hope, I'm not the wrong choice." Old Xing thought to himself.
Chapter completed!