1066, the Nine Mysteries Dao is really fierce!

On the training ground of the Nine Mysteries Dao sect.

Wu Quan and others bowed their bodies and stood in the middle, while Daoist Hu Yu had his hands behind his back, his face gloomy.

"Humph, just because Han Muye modified the offensive skills, you start cultivating them?"

"Our Nine Mysteries Dao's Gentle Breeze Twelve Forms has been passed down for how many years? Do you think it can be changed so easily?"

It wasn't just Daoist Hu Yu who was furious; Zeng He, Wu Mingjue, and others also had serious expressions.

To rashly modify the sect's inherited cultivation techniques, if it were someone else, they would be directly captured and tortured by now, to see if there was any conspiracy behind it, or if there was collusion with other sects.

But Daoist Hu Yu knew Han Muye's identity, as did Wu Mingjue and the rest.