C1689 Qingming Pier

Tsk, he didn't want to say it out loud, what's so rare about that?

Lin Feng twitched his mouth and continued to follow Xu Xingyue's instructions to control the spaceship to the front.

This time, Lin Feng lowered his flying speed, which was also the Ma Clan's rule.

Any flying ship that was close to Qingming City and the Ma Clan's horse riding field, or even human cultivators