Enter where the cabin is.

After trying a few times, Qin Yu finally understood that this time, his chance of blessing the ancestral ship was over. After eight years, he had reached the realm of the Master of One Tribulation. This chance was already good. As a human being,

Don't be too greedy.

Turning around, Qin Yu left the deck, walked up the wooden ladder again, and headed down the ship.

By the time Qin Yu stepped off the ancestral ship, Mo Feng had already disappeared. It was impossible for Mo Feng to wait here for eight years. The area under his jurisdiction and the foreign races were fighting every day, so it was naturally impossible for him to leave for a long time.

However, when Qin Yu stepped off the ancestral ship, Mo Feng's figure still appeared, but it was an idea, not the body.

"Brother Qin, I've been waiting here for a year, but Brother Qin didn't come down. I think I got a great opportunity, so I left first."

"The situation in District 42 is very dangerous. Most of the place has been occupied by aliens. Brother Qin, if you go directly to District 42 after you get out of the ancestral ship, the ten war sects below me will

We have already made arrangements for you in advance."

"Brother Qin, when you go to the 42nd District, you must not underestimate the enemy. The strength of the golden-armored strongman from the alien race is equivalent to that of the Zhanzun, and the golden-armored strongman facing the 42nd District is equivalent to the strength of the Yijia Warlord. Brother Qin Qian

Don't be brave, you must know that if you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about having no firewood."

The thoughts Mo Feng left behind, besides leaving these words, also showed Qin Yu the way to District 42.

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the next moment, he whizzed away in the direction pointed by Mo Feng's thoughts.

Anyway, I don’t know how to go back now. Since I agreed to go to District 42, I can’t break my promise.

District 42, here I come!
Chapter completed!