The bamboo whistle held by Ling Xuanluo was originally a plaything in his childhood, but he didn't expect that one day it would become a magic weapon to defeat the enemy and save this immortal mountain. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After listening to his explanation, Jiang Nanjun was also very excited about the bamboo tree spirit's ability to use breathing characteristics to detect the enemy's whereabouts. But Lei Zhen is cunning and cunning, and he is already at the end of the road, and it is easy to see the emergence of life, and he will seize it at all costs. If they lose again, it is difficult to say that they will have to make an extreme move - blow up the mountain, so once the counterattack begins, they will have to capture this person first.

This proposal is similar to the strategy of capturing the leader of the enemy soldiers under Wuyue to control the detonating device, and Ling Xuanluo naturally agrees. When I raised my eyes to search, I saw a bamboo tree in the distance, and the bamboo leaves were tender and fat, as if they were about to drip water. It must have been one of the bamboo tree spirits, and he quickly put the whistle in his mouth and blew it lightly.

Although the whistle was soft, the tree trembled slightly, and there was a clear response. He hurriedly blew again, and after a second blow, the tree began to move with its roots.

After the third blow, the bamboo tree didn't know what kind of dodge spell was used, but he stood straight in front of him and Jiang Nanjun.

The bamboo tree spirit is an extremely arrogant creature, Ling Xuanluo recalled the painful experience of being beaten by bamboo leaves when he was a child, and he still had palpitations, so he didn't dare to touch the tree easily, and only stood three steps away and gave a deep salute and said: "Bamboo tree spirit senior, Jiluo Mountain is in trouble now, and it is in danger of destroying the mountain." As soon as the reinforcements of the Condor team entered the bamboo forest, they became vulnerable and vulnerable, so Xuanluo had to use this bamboo whistle to mobilize the elven power in the mountain to protect the mountain, I wonder if the seniors are willing to help us?"

The tall bamboo tree shook a few times, and threw off a few fat leaves to Ling Xuanluo's head. Fortunately, he was wearing a helmet, but he was hit by defense, and the force was still so great that his brain hurt.

"What's wrong with Grandpa Bamboo Tree Spirit? Why don't you show up, but hit people first?" He was full of grievances and turned into a stupid face, but Jiang Nanjun knew the reason why he was beaten, didn't help him, and stood and snickered.

"Good boy, can you endure so much that you need to beg grandpa? grandpa has lived here for five hundred years...... No, Zhusheng, I don't see strangers, I only haunt at night, the rules can't be broken, I can't break them!"

Hey! It turned out to be the concern just now, and it was all called to this cautious bamboo tree spirit to listen, and now he is coming to take revenge!

Ling Xuanluo's face was not only red, but also oozing with fine beads of sweat, and he was busy making amends, saying that he should not look down on the most heroic and righteous bamboo tree elf.

After the tree spirit finished training people, he ignored him, swept the leaves and turned to Jiang Nanjun, and said: "This son has met twice before, saying that he came to us, what kind of military advisor did he do?"

Jiang Nanjun saw that he was not only not xenophobic, but also took the initiative to say hello, hurriedly hugged his fists, and replied respectfully: "I am not talented, and I am really afraid to be promoted in vain." In the name of the military division, just to get a convenience when entering and leaving Jiluo Mountain, so as to fight side by side with Xuanluo. ”

The bamboo tree spirit trembled again, but this time it didn't drop the bamboo leaves, but as if a person shook his head and said: "The military advisor is good, the military advisor is good, the military advisor knows how to speak people......

"Hey, my ......"

When Ling Xuanluo heard this, how could it just be that his face turned red? Even the blue tendons on his forehead burst out one by one, but he didn't dare to take offense anymore, his eyes widened, and he only cared about sulking.

Jiang Nanjun almost laughed, and he couldn't bear to see his embarrassment, so he had to endure it.

The bamboo tree spirit was angry, and after grinding enough of his mouth, he stopped doing much, shook the body of the tree and pulled it up, and easily left the soil.