Lei Zhen's lizard soldiers were haunted and kept sneaking attacks, asking the bamboo tree spirit to come out of the mountain to help, which became the best hope for the Condor team to turn the tide of the war. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

With the bamboo whistle sent by the bucket, Ling Xuanluo summoned one of the tree spirits, and it could be seen that he had lived long enough, and the underground stems were pulled out of the mud, not to mention thousands.

Ling Xuanluo leaned his head and wanted to take a closer look, those bamboo whips made a few "swish" sounds, quickly gathered into a thick one, and then cut it from the middle, magically generating two thin legs, with thighs, knees and calves, and the lower end of the slightly flat part, which can also be regarded as feet.

Immediately afterwards, the upper face of the tree trunk also appeared, the facial features of the face plate were deeply sunken, and the forehead, the corners of the eyes and cheeks were all furrows and ravines.

After the transformation of the tree spirit, he hung down a branch, stroked the long green whiskers like an arm, and said: "The bamboo tree spirit takes Jiluo Mountain as its home, and has already integrated its soul into every inch of soil in the mountain, breathing with this mountain and sharing its fate. If anyone dares to invade our homeland, it is our duty to beat those bastards to the ground at all costs. In fact, as soon as the group of lizards broke in, several brothers had already made a move. Otherwise, if you dismantle the explosives they planted for another three years, you won't want to finish dismantling them! Ling Shuai, you are Ji Luo Liuxian, which is equivalent to the patron saint of this mountain, and we have the unshirkable duty to protect the mountain with you, so how can we stand idly by and watch such a big disaster as we do in peacetime? The whistle song you hear is that we are calling friends and friends, saying that as long as we see Ling Shuai, we must express our determination to him and become a part of the army. You can tell me, let's talk about it, how can we help you?"

Ling Xuanluo looked ashamed, glanced at Jiang Nanjun, and saluted the green old man again: "The seniors are magnanimous, and Xuanluo is grateful." When Jiluo Mountain turns the corner, he will come to make amends. At this time, in order to prevent the enemy from blowing up the mountain, the first thing to do was to capture the enemy's leader, an angel general named Lei Zhen. ”

After he finished speaking, it was Jiang Nanjun's turn to explain Lei Zhen's physical characteristics to Zhu Shujing in detail.

Hearing this, the bamboo tree spirit ignored the people, only drooped his wrinkled eyelids and pursed his lips, and began to whistle.

According to Ling Xuanluo's estimate, when a word is made into a musical note, and when the words are connected into words, they fall into the ears of people who do not understand the content, forming a melodious song.

As soon as the song is blown, the notice will be sent out. In the blink of an eye, the bamboo sea sounded an ensemble, and although the music was not as complicated as the old man in front of him, it also had its own tune. The most emitted notes were "do" and "la", and Ling Xuanluo guessed again, which was probably saying "I understand".

After a while, the bamboo forest was quiet again. The old tree spirit closed his eyes as if nothing happened, and his leisurely expression made Ling Xuanluo's heart feel empty.

"Senior, what else can Xuanluo do next?" He implicitly meant that if all the tree spirits in this entire bamboo forest had been dispatched, should they gather them and start searching the mountain?

Jiang Nanjun tugged at the corner of his clothes on the side, and whispered: "Xuanluo, don't worry, the predecessor is the master of this immortal mountain, and he is familiar with every grass and tree here, so he has his own ideas on how to do it!"

The old man didn't open his eyes, and sighed leisurely in his mouth: "Hey, if there is no military advisor here, the old man estimates that he won't want to hear people's words today." ”

"I ...... That ......" was degraded again, and Ling Xuanluo was about to cry.

But at this moment, the whistle song began again, this time not blowing, but with the help of blades. The first piece, like the first string picking, emits the first note, and then the second one comes out, and the happy note one after another seems to be plucked by the invisible giant, and it becomes an extremely moving music.