Zhancheng and other people exchanged their eyes, although they didn't say anything, but the meaning was self-evident.

Who would use a mechanism that has to experience wind and rain?

Isn't this self-defeating?

Ling Luoyu guessed their thoughts from everyone's eyes, and suddenly smiled.

"In that case, you guys also mean that... don't think this thing has much to do with the mechanism we are looking for?"

Isn't this nonsense!

"Miss Ling, why are you holding on to a tree!?"

The white-headed man laughed, but his expression was mostly disdainful.

"This dead tree can be shattered with one touch...How can someone have a problem with their heads and use it as the most critical organ hub!?"

"is it!"

Ling Luoyu stepped back and signaled for the first test.

"Then you try!"

The white-headed man was startled: "...Huh!?"

"Didn't you say that this thing will break when you touch it!? Then show me the broken thing!"

"..." Gu Lan's eyes couldn't help shrinking, and he looked at the dead tree with a sense of understanding, astonishment gradually appeared in his eyes.

The pasqueflower was nodded, and suddenly smiled awkwardly: "Miss Ling..."

"It's okay, just do it... Let's treat it as a little entertainment!"

"This"

The white-headed Weng really didn't understand what Ling Luoyu was going to do.

But looking at the unlucky appearance of the dead tree that can fall down at any time, it is too lazy to care about so much.

"Okay, I will try!"

He suddenly raised his hand and pushed one hand toward the dead tree.

just--

With a push, his expression suddenly changed slightly.

"This"

Seeing that the Crooked Neck Tree was about to be crooked, it still stood still.

"Lao Bai, you didn't eat!" Jia Guizi teased casually, ignoring the face of the pasqueflower.

Instead, I noticed the unusual look of the pasqueflower

His face changed slightly, as if it wasn't because he didn't push the tree down.

like--

It's because of something else!

Sure enough, after a push, the pulsatilla did not continue to push, but raised his hand to wipe the tree, rubbing it back and forth.

The more you touch, the more ugly your face is--

"This...this is not..."

He suddenly looked at Ling Luoyu with horror in his eyes.

Ling Luoyu curled his lips noncommittal: "Isn't it?"

"...It's not a tree!"

Except Gu Lan, everyone is one mind

Nonsense!

What is this not a tree?

Is it not a tree if people wither? ?

"Lao Bai, what do you mean? If you can't push it down with a slap, you won't admit that they are trees!?"

Jia Guizi smirked and smiled and patted the crooked neck tree casually.

After just one shot, his expression froze instantly, and his hands could not help but touch the tree back and forth several times.

"This"

Zhan Cheng and the others shot almost at the same time, touching the tree body.

After a touch, none of them were calm--

"How is this going!?"

"What is this?"

"Why... so cold!?"

No matter how the crooked neck trees die, they are all trees!

The tree feels like a warm, rough bark.

But now! ?

To put it bluntly, they are more like touching a piece of cold rock and iron.

After Ding Buliu patted the tree, he slapped it suddenly.

"Om!"

The crooked neck tree uttered a dull trembling sound, resounding in everyone's ears.

"This is... iron!!"

Ding Buliu took a step back and looked at his hand in disbelief.

"can"

This iron tree is exactly the same as the real tree!