Chapter 1055 Not Worth It

Just as he was talking, there was a sudden noise of fighting outside the gate of Wangyuelou.

Hexi, Baihu and Qingluan looked at each other, and was about to go out to see, but the shopkeeper stepped forward and stopped them in front of them.

To Shang Hexi's gaze, the shopkeeper's eyes flickered a little, but he was also genuinely worried. He lowered his voice and said, "Young Master, are you from out of town? Don't blame me for talking too much, I advise you not to offend a low-level guide. People who shouldn't be offended are not worth it!"

Hexi raised his eyebrows and said nothing, bypassing the shopkeeper and walking out of Wangyuelou.

As soon as I stepped out of the door, I heard a loud "bang" not far away.

A small figure slammed into the steps, groaning in pain.

Hexi and Baihu both showed surprised expressions, it turned out that this figure was Tong Bing.

At this time, his tattered clothes were even more stained with mud, his face was blue and purple, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot.

In front of Tong Bing, a young man in Chinese clothes laughed 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, one foot stepped on him, and with a violent force, Tong Bing's face turned pale for a while, and then he laughed arrogantly: "I've been looking for you for so long, I didn't expect to meet you here, why, I want to participate in the gods. The selection of the medical school? Hahaha, I really don’t know what I can do, and I don’t even look in the mirror. You want to enter the medical school just because of a waste like you, 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 liveliness here, they saw Tong Bing's miserable appearance, some sympathized, some disdain, and some hurriedly avoided for fear of causing trouble.

But no one would be kind enough to give Tong Bing a head start. Because the young man in Chinese clothes is not easy to mess with.

Tong Bingtong's body trembled slightly, but he gritted his teeth stubbornly and said, "The School of Divinity Medicine stipulates that anyone who has a letter of recommendation can participate in the assessment. I... Of course I can too!"

"Hahaha...recommendation letter? Just your useless master who died last year without a whole body? A recommendation letter from a second-grade doctor? You are not ashamed to take it out!" The youth in Chinese clothing laughed again, his voice full of contempt and disdain.

Tong Bing shoved the boy's foot away from him and said angrily, "Don't say that to my master, my master is not a waste! My master is not dead, he...he just disappeared!"

"Bah! The stinky boy has turned against the sky, and he dares to resist!"

The youth in Chinese clothing was pushed away by Tong Bing, and he was furious.

Tong Bing spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was pale with a hint of gray.

The young man in Chinese clothing is in the pulse-condensing stage, while Tong Bing is only in the foundation-building stage. Under his hands, Tong Bing has no resistance.

The young man in Chinese clothing stomped him on the ground again, lowered his head to meet Tong Bing's resentful eyes, and suddenly became more angry, the flying sword in his hand swayed, touching Tong Bing's eyebrows, and sneered: "Oh, you dare to stare. Me! Who gave you the guts of this little beast, I can't poke your eyes!"

Saying that, the flying sword, which was flickering with cold light, lifted up and stabbed at Tong Bing's eyes.

The onlookers turned their heads unbearably, and did not dare to watch this scene.