As he was talking, there was a sudden clamor of fighting outside the door of Wangyue Tower.

Su Xi and Bai Hu and Qing Luan glanced at each other, and were about to go out to see, but the shopkeeper stepped forward in front of several people.

Regarding Shang Puxi's gaze, the shopkeeper's gaze flickered, but there were some real worries. He lowered his voice and said, "Son, you are from other places? Don't blame me for talking. I advise you not to offend for a low-level guide. Those who should not offend are not worth it!"

Su Xi raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and walked out of the shopkeeper out of the Wangyuelou.

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

A small figure crashed heavily on the steps, groaning painfully.

Both Suxi and Baihu showed surprising expressions. It turned out that this figure was Tong Bing.

At this moment, his already worn-out clothes were even covered with mud, his face was purple, and the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, and he could not tell the miserable miserable.

In front of Tong Bing, a teenager dressed in Chinese clothes laughed at Tong Bing's miserable look.

Tong Bing endured the pain, struggling to sit up from the steps, but the teenager stepped forward and kicked him on the chest.

Immediately after that, one foot stepped on him and slammed Tong Bing’s face for a while, then laughed wildly: “I’ve been with you for so long, I didn’t expect to meet you here, why, I want to participate in God The selection of the medical school? Hahaha, I really don’t control myself or look in the mirror. I want to enter the medical school with your waste, don’t dream!"

The teenager had just finished speaking, and everyone behind him laughed.

People coming and going on the street also stopped and looked at the excitement here. They saw Tong Bing's miserable appearance. Some people were sympathetic, some were disdainful, and some were afraid to make trouble and evade quickly.

But no one would kindly come to Tong Bing.Because the young boy in the Chinese costume is not easy to provoke.

Tong Bingtong's body shivered slightly, but he still stubbornly gritted his teeth and said: "The Divine Medical School stipulates that anyone can take the assessment as long as they have a recommendation letter. I... of course I can!"

"Ha ha ha... recommendation letter? Just your scrapped master who died last year? A recommendation letter from a second grade doctor? You don’t feel ashamed to take it out!" The young boy in Huafu laughed again, his voice full of voice Disdain and disdain.

Tong Bing shoved the teenager's foot on him violently and said angrily: "You are not allowed to say that, my master is not waste wood! My master is not dead, he... he just disappeared!"

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

The boy in the Chinese costume was pushed away by Tong Bing, and suddenly he was furious, and the spiritual force on his feet condensed, kicking fiercely towards Tong Bing.

Tong Bingwa spit out a bit of blood, and his face has brought a trace of blue and gray in the pale.

The youth of the Chinese costume is the period of congealing, and Tong Bing is only the foundation period. Under his hands, Tong Bing has no resistance.

The young boy in the Chinese suit trampled him on the ground again, bowed his head to Tong Bing’s resentful eyes, and suddenly became more angry. The flying sword flicked in his hand, against Tong Bing’s eyebrows, and sneered, “Oh, even dare to stare Me! Who will give you this little beast of bear heart leopard gall, look at me can not poke your eyes!"

With that, the flying sword flashing in cold light lifted up and pierced straight into Tong Bing's eyes.

The onlookers could not bear to look away, and they dared not watch the scene.