Chapter 252: The Voice of Spiritual Power (1)

Mo Feng thinks it's good.

With the previous experience of the spirit puppet turning into a water bird, Yu Shuiyu also felt that this thing was more reliable than the transmission of notes and the like. It's just that if you really need to be able to play the flute, then this thing is a chicken rib.

Fortunately, Qianyan's answer was very clear.

"You don't need to be able to play the flute." Qian Yan explained while glancing at Mu Qiu with disdain, "With spiritual power, where do you need to be so troublesome about playing the flute?" If you don't give it a try now, it will be clear. ”

For each of the three flutes, there will be an extra hole.

After the introduction of Qianyi, he put his spiritual power on a hole, and the flute tinkled and made a crisp sound of metal impact.

Mo Feng immediately hit the second hole, and the sound of movement was faintly heard.

Qianyan immediately began to demonstrate, he blocked the second hole with his fingers, and then blew the piccolo with ease, and the piccolo in Mo Feng's hand suddenly began to whimper quietly, making a sound of metal impacting, the same sound as when Qianyan injected spiritual power.

After that, Qianxian said something to the flute.

The strange wind holding the flute can be heard clearly.

"Not bad, right?"

Qian Yan smiled proudly, and there was a faint expectation.

Mo Feng frowned: "Are you sure?" ”

Everyone else felt inexplicable, only Liluo, who was also holding the flute, also heard what Mo Feng heard - Qian Yan said that he was going to search south with Youshui Yu and Fu Zimo.

"Sure." Thousand Deaths grinned.

Mo Feng lowered his eyebrows and thought for a while, he always felt that it was so inappropriate, but he couldn't completely be the master of a few people just because this was the forbidden land of Yin Yang Valley, so he told them the meaning of a thousand deaths.

Mo Qiu was also a little worried, but for him, it was naturally a better choice to be by his brother's side and take care of each other.

Fu Zimo smiled faintly:

"I'm free."

So everyone went to see the water plume.

Only then did Yu Shuiyu understand why Qianyan, as a piccolo for sound transmission, had her own spiritual power and did not give her a paragraph, it turned out that she was holding back this meaning.

She's really annoyed by Qianyan, and she always makes jokes about her and Qianlan when she has nothing to do.

When I was a child, I didn't think much of it, but now that I've grown up and really reached the age of getting married, it's awkward to hear such words again. Especially for the salivating face of the thousands of people, Youshui Yu was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

Do you want to form a team with an uncertain future with a thousand deaths?

Yu Shuiyu hesitated.

Soon, she nodded in agreement.

"That's it, I and Young Master Fu and Qian...... The young master, a team, searched south. ”

Mo Feng roughly guessed the reasons for Yu Shuiyu's decision: first, because Mo Qiu and Fu Zimo couldn't get along properly; Second, because she was worried that the Mo family would have any taboos or secrets, it would be inconvenient for outsiders to be there, so it would be convenient for the two brothers to do so.

Very empathetic.

But by no means superfluous.

"Okay, that's it, Moqiu, come and follow me north." Mo Feng said as he bowed slightly to Youshui Yu to show his gratitude.

Yu Shui Yu calmly accepted the thanks he conveyed through the air.

"Okay, okay, then it's so happily decided!" Qian Yan smiled and rubbed his hands, and was just about to shout and go south, when he suddenly remembered that he had missed something, so he immediately turned in front of Liluo, "Hit the spiritual power!" I recognized the voice of spiritual power, and I turned back to get in touch! ”

Liluo held the piccolo, looked at Ji Jiufang, and saw that the other party didn't seem to be moving, so he wanted to inject spiritual power into the third hole.