Just as he was talking, there was a sudden noise of fighting outside the gate of Wangyue Tower.
Hexi, Baihu, and Qingluan looked at each other, and were about to go out to have a look, but the shopkeeper stepped forward and stopped them.
Facing Shang Hexi's gaze, the shopkeeper's gaze flickered, but there was also some genuine concern, and he lowered his voice and said, "My lord, are you from out of town? Don't blame me for talking too much, I advise you not to offend for a low-level guide. Those who shouldn't be offended are not worth it!"
He Xi raised her eyebrows, without saying anything, walked around the shopkeeper and walked out of Wangyue Tower.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, he heard a loud "bang" not far away.
A small figure slammed heavily on the steps, groaning in pain.
Both Hexi and Baihu showed surprised expressions, it turned out that this figure was Tong Bing.
At this moment, his clothes, which were already tattered, were covered with mud, his face was bruised and purple, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot. He was in an indescribably miserable state.
In front of Tong Bing, a young man in fancy clothes laughed out loud at Tong Bing's miserable appearance.
Tong Bing endured the pain and struggled to sit up from the steps, but the boy stepped forward and kicked him in the chest.
Immediately afterwards, he stepped on him with one foot, and with a sudden force, Tong Bing's face turned pale for a while, and he laughed wildly: "I've been looking for you for so long, but I didn't expect to meet you here. The selection of the Medical Institute? Hahaha, I really overestimated myself, and I didn’t look in the mirror. Just because you are such a waste, you want to enter the Divine Medical Institute, don’t dream!"
As soon as the boy finished speaking, the people behind him burst into laughter.
People coming and going on the street also stopped, looking at the bustle here, they saw Tong Bing's miserable appearance, some sympathized, some disdain, and some hurriedly avoided in fear of causing trouble.
But no one would be kind enough to stand up for Tong Bing. Because that young man in fancy clothes is not easy to mess with at first glance.
Tong Bingtong's painful body trembled slightly, but he still gritted his teeth stubbornly and said: "The Institute of Divine Medicine stipulates that anyone who has a letter of recommendation can take part in the assessment, and I... of course I can too!"
"Hahaha... recommendation letter? Just your good-for-nothing master who died last year without a whole body? A recommendation letter from a second-grade doctor? You don't feel ashamed to show it!" and disdain.
Tong Bing pushed away the boy's foot that stepped on him, and said angrily: "You are not allowed to say that about my master, my master is not a piece of wood! My master is not dead, he... he just disappeared!"
"Damn! The brat is rebellious, and he still dares to resist!"
Pushed away by Tong Bing, the young man in Chinese clothes suddenly became furious, with spiritual power concentrated on his feet, he kicked Tong Bing hard.
Tong Bing spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was already pale with a hint of gray.
The young man in Huafu is at the pulse condensing stage, while Tong Bing is only at the foundation building stage. Under his command, Tong Bing has no power to resist.
The youth in Chinese clothes trampled him to the ground again, lowered his head to meet Tong Bing's resentful and unwilling eyes, and suddenly became more angry. He flicked the flying sword in his hand, pressed it against Tong Bing's eyebrows, and said with a sneer, "Oh, how dare you stare at me?" Me! Who gave you the heart and guts of this little bastard, see if I can't poke your eyes out!"
As he said that, the flying sword, which was shining with cold light, was raised and stabbed straight at Tong Bing's eyes.
The onlookers couldn't bear to turn their heads away, not daring to watch this scene.