The position of head of the Tianquan Sect passed to Murong Chunyu's hands only after three generations.
Not to mention the Shaolin Temple, which is one of the largest martial arts sects in the world, even the more ordinary famous sects will have at least ten generations of masters.
In the future, when the rosters of various martial arts sects are written in the martial arts arena, when the Tianquan sect is mentioned, they will eventually frown.
But there is nothing we can do about it. Maybe the Tianquan Sect was destined to be a coincidence from the very beginning.
Murong Chunyu was naturally very ashamed of being the founder of the sect, but the result of the facts could not be avoided after all.
Although Wan Yu is a disciple of the Five Spirits Sect, in terms of kung fu, Wan Yu actually comes from the same sect as Master Murong Chunyu, and their martial arts methods are completely the same.
Wan Yu was very reluctant that the Tianquan Sect was destined to disappear from the land of the Mauryan Dynasty.
However, there is nothing that can be done about it, after all, it is already a certainty.
Murong Chunyu and Wan Yu walked towards the southeast one after another, and walked all the way to a stone wall. Murong Chunyu's true energy condensed in his palms.
Wan Yu was about to speak when he saw the zhenqi in Murong Chunyu's palms explode immediately.
There was a loud "boom", and huge rocks rolled down from the stone wall in front of them.
Murong Chunyu and Wan Yu stood motionless on the spot, watching helplessly as all the boulders on the stone wall rolled down, only to see a huge picture appear in the stone wall.
There are fifty human figures, large and small, on it. Each human figure is only the size of an adult man's hand, so the walls are densely painted.
Wan Yu frowned tightly and said with bright eyes, "So this is what Wang Qiuxue, the thief, often talked about before he was alive. All the martial arts of my Tianquan sect are clearly recorded on the wall."
"I thought that wall was somewhere, but it turned out that the wall was near the cave!"
At this moment, Wan Yu's ears seemed to be echoing with Wang Qiuxue's earnest teachings in the past, and she was very interested for a moment.
At this moment, without thinking, Murong Chunyu used all his strength to hit the wall with all the energy in his palms.
The graphics recorded and drawn on the wall disappeared in an instant.
Wan Yu exclaimed "Ah" and said urgently: "Uncle Murong, what are you doing? Our sect was successful, but you destroyed it with just one palm!"
Murong Chunyu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, snorted coldly, and said with a smile: "Anyway, after the trip to Baoniu Village, I will not stay in the Maurya Dynasty anymore."
"Why are you keeping these? Is it possible that you want to give people an excuse?"
Wan Yu naturally understood what Murong Chunyu meant, but felt that it was a pity.
Wan Yu sighed deeply, walked quickly to the stone wall, placed her jade hands tightly on the stone wall, frowned, and looked up and down.
His heart tightened and he said: "What a pity, what a pity!"
Murong Chunyu smiled sweetly and said: "It's no pity. After the two of us part ways here, you can lead your Five Spirit Sect well from now on."