Super Field Energy Controller

Facing the expectant and nervous eyes of Li Xichen and his sisters, Yang Fan smiled lightly and said something that shocked everyone present: "I want a hammer."

The room fell into dead silence for a moment.

In everyone's imagination, the only things Yang Fan could use to treat Li Tai at this moment were medicinal materials, silver needles, or the help of powerful people from the outer world. No one expected that they would hear the word "hammer". They couldn't turn around, and their faces were dull.

Especially Dr. Jin, who had expectations for Yang Fan, his face became extremely strange. Even with his medical attainments, he couldn't think of any use for the hammer.

"Master Yang, I don't seem to have heard clearly. What you just said was...hammer?" Li Xichen stared uncertainly.

Yang Fan nodded with certainty: "Yes, it's the kind of hammer that hammers nails."

"Just a hammer?" Li Xichen said with difficulty.

Yang Fan's face was calm and calm: "A hammer is enough for such a small problem."

The expressions of everyone present became strange. Even the middle-aged monk who had been silent had a look of doubt in his eyes, as if he was thinking about the role that the hammer could play.

Li Xichen took a deep breath and swallowed his words asking Yang Fan if he was playing tricks on him. He nodded and looked at the fat old man with a wide body and said: "General manager, go find a hammer."

The fat on the chief steward's face trembled, and he immediately left the room without asking any questions.

As for Gong Ming, his expression suddenly relaxed at this moment and became calm. He looked at Yang Fan with sarcastic eyes and said, "To please others, I want to see what you can do with a hammer."

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"Trash Lord, it's not your turn to speak at this time. When I fail, you won't be too late to be proud. Shut your anus."

"you!"

Gong Ming gritted his teeth.

Outside the room, Mr. Liu Taichong and others were waiting with various moods. Seeing the general manager coming out, they hurriedly approached and asked: "General Manager, how is the situation inside?"

The general manager said: "It's too late to explain. Let's get moving and find a hammer. A hammer for hammering nails!"

Liu Taichong and others were stunned.

"Go quickly or not!" The chief manager's face darkened.

Liu Taichong and others no longer hesitated, and instantly used their body skills to the extreme, and their bodies disappeared from the spot.

The order to find the hammer was immediately spread throughout the Xingyuan Palace, and everyone was stunned.

In less than half a minute, Liu Taichong came back first, with a hammer in each hand, one big and one small.

The chief steward took it over and said: "Third steward, if the third young master survives, you will be credited!"

With that said, he pushed open the door to the room and walked in quickly.

Liu Taichong's face suddenly showed a hint of joy.

He took the risk of bringing Yang Fan and others here, which was actually a gamble. If it succeeded, he would definitely have made a great contribution. Even if he failed, Lin Shuhao and others would bear the wrath of Duke Xingyuan, and he would at most be reprimanded. It's just a bit, nothing important.

Now it seems that it is developing in the direction he expected?

The Third Manager, who was already flying not far away, heard what the Chief Manager said, and his expression immediately changed. In a flash, he came to Liu Taichong, holding a hammer in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Hong and three other people also arrived, all with hammers of different sizes in their hands.

Seeing that Liu Taichong was empty-handed and the chief manager had disappeared, he knew that Liu Taichong had arrived first.

Mr. Hong asked: "Second Manager, did the First Manager tell me what the hammer is used for?"

Liu Taichong shook his head.

"It's probably the boy from the Dragon Sect who is making up his mind." The thin-faced third manager snorted coldly.

The other people looked at each other in confusion. Even if they tried hard, they couldn't think of any help that the hammer could do to the Third Young Master's injury.

In the room, the chief steward handed two hammers to Xingyuan Gong Li Xichen.