The spiritual power is injected into the fingertips, and it is about to enter the flute hole when it is seen.

Ji Jiufang suddenly appeared in front of Liluo.

"I'll come."

Ji Jiufang said coldly, as he spoke, he pulled the piccolo out of his hand, and without hesitation, he punched a trace of spiritual power into the third hole.

Everyone didn't think much of it, but they all stopped in place, wanting to confirm what kind of sound the fire spiritual power was, after all, none of them had heard the sound of fire.

The fire that is usually heard is either a slight "pop" sound or a small "crackling" sound, but in fact, the former is more like the sound of a flame pulling gas, and the latter is the sound of a burning object breaking at high temperatures.

Strictly speaking, "poof" and "crackle" are not the sounds of the fire itself.

And Piccolo-

Voiceless.

Everyone looked at each other, and then waited together very tacitly.

After a long time, the piccolo still did not make any sound.

"Or—try your spiritual power again?" Qian Yan hesitated to suggest.

Mo Qiu asked rhetorically: "Maybe the flames are silent?" ”

Qian Yan pursed her lips a little embarrassed, and glanced at Ji Jiufang in confusion.

He was clearly thinking.

The others waited quietly for Qianyan to make a decision, after all, this was what he had taken out, and if there was no sound recognition, I really didn't know what to do.

Thousand Deaths are also embarrassed.

When his father gave him "a thousand miles in an instant", he said it clearly, and any spiritual power would have a sound when it hit, unless it was ......

Qian Yan glanced up at Ji Jiufang, this time, even his gaze became hesitant, and he held it for a long time before Qian Yan said tentatively: "You, or, just, try again?" ”

Ji Jiufang didn't count it in his heart, thought about it, and hit another spiritual power.

Thankfully, this time there was a voice.

"What's that sound?" Mo Qiu asked with a frown.

Mo Feng's face remained unchanged, and he had the same question as Mo Qiu in his heart: the sounds they heard were not the sounds that could be heard when burning, those extremely fine cracks, although they were a bit like burning, but more like-

Icing?

"It's the sound of burning plants."

Liluo suddenly raised his voice.

By the time she finished speaking, the piccolo was gone.

"Okay." Yu Shuiyu was very simply, "Since it has been done, then without further ado, let's go our separate ways, if you find anything or encounter any problems, use Piccolo to contact." ”

"Okay, let's go!"

Qianyan and others agreed.

Just as he was about to disperse, Fu Zimo suddenly shouted to stop.

"Wait a minute!" He stopped everyone, then pointed to the piccolo and asked Qianji, "May I ask if this piccolo can only be used by those who have played spiritual power, or can other people use it?" What if something happens and it is inconvenient for the person holding the flute to use it? ”

Qianyan didn't like to see Fu Zimo, but the other party said it to the point.

He shrunk his neck in embarrassment and smiled:

"You can only use spiritual power to ......"

After saying that, he decisively broke the piccolo four more sections, and all the piccolos instantly appeared with seven holes. Qianyan was unequivocal, and immediately sent a paragraph to Mo Qiu, Youshui Yu, Fu Zimo and Liluo.

The water feather occupies the fourth hole, and when the spiritual power of the water system hits it, it makes a surging sound of torrents.

Fu Zimo punched his spiritual power into the fifth hole, making the sound of leaves, like the fluttering of leaves on an autumn sunset, and like a gentle wind blowing through the canopy.

Mo Qiu's spiritual power was injected into the six holes, and his spiritual power voice was very different from Mo Feng's, not the sound of the earth cracking, but the sound of the mountain and rock crumbling, although it was not small, it was not as thick and stable as Mo Feng.

Everyone looked at the departed.