Taoist Master Leaves the Mountains: All My Senior Sisters Love Me-Chapter 1727 - 1726: Book of the World

Bai Chun looked at Wang Ye, and his face immediately turned livid.

This person dared to step out and ruin his good deed?

Who is he? What backing does he have? How strong is he?

Without understanding Wang Ye’s strength, he didn’t dare to act rashly.

Bai Chun quickly changed his expression, hiding the threat and cruelty in his eyes, and smiled: "May I ask who you are, Senior Brother? Who is your master?"

Under pressure from the questions, Wang Ye paused. This person changes his face faster than flipping a book. If he knew that Wang Ye had no master and was a newly arrived cultivator,

he would definitely reveal a ruthless and vicious side. Wang Ye then replied, "My master is Beiji Xiong, and my name is Wang Ye!"

Upon hearing this, the smile on Bai Chun’s face disappeared instantly, and a sinister look flashed in his eyes. Beiji Xiong’s strength was just so-so, barely acceptable.

This person is actually Beiji Xiong’s apprentice. His strength couldn’t be that high.

This person definitely has no strong backing; otherwise, how could he not have a formidable master? Such a person dares to act like a hero,

he coldly scolded, "I’ll give you a chance, get lost quickly, or I’ll make you disappear without a trace!"

He squeezed his fist, and flames immediately burst forth from it.

If this kid doesn’t realize the situation, I’ll just wipe him out.

Zi Lan, seeing this, bit her lip and gave up on retrieving those things. Those items were her living expenses for a year. She suddenly felt a heartache, dreading the tough life ahead.

Without those things to sell, how would she live? But she didn’t want to drag Wang Ye down with her.

She looked at Wang Ye and said, "Forget it, I don’t want those things anymore, you should leave. Thank you!"

Her eyes showed gratitude.

This person in front of her gave her warmth.

Wang Ye clenched his fists tightly, with battle intent in his eyes, and a cold smile on his lips as he looked at Bai Chun: "I want to see how you’ll make me disappear without a trace."

Wang Ye also knew very well that to obtain the Book of the World, he had to defeat this person.

Bai Chun was taken aback, even the owner did not want those things, and yet this little nobody was still trying to show off?

It seemed that without getting rid of this person, he wouldn’t be able to take the Book of the World.

He waved his hand: "Zhang Tingfeng, go deal with this kid for me!"

After he finished speaking, a man in a white robe emerged from the crowd, his face indifferent, eyes filled with murderous intent,

he directly charged toward Wang Ye.

The two quickly engaged in a fight.

Meanwhile, Bai Chun’s eyes fell on the Book of the World, then shifted to Zi Lan. This little girl is quite pretty,

and she has a nice figure too. He’d take her back for some fun, with a wolf-like smile on his face as if deceiving a little lamb.

"Little girl, I can see you have feelings for this kid. How about this, you send these things to my study,

and I’ll spare the kid!"

"You better know that this kid is no match for me."

Bai Chun glanced at the fighting Wang Ye, shaking his head in contempt.

The expression seemed to say Wang Ye is too weak!

Zi Lan’s body stiffened at his words. She glanced at Bai Chun, immediately seeing his sinister intent, her face showed anger. This deal wasn’t going to happen today.

She squatted down quickly, preparing to pack up the books from her stall and head home.

Bai Chun saw this and his fake smile vanished immediately, his face turning fierce as he walked over, stomping heavily on Zi Lan’s fingers as she packed the books.

"What, you don’t want to?"

Such a little girl dares refuse me, Bai Chun.

Bai Chun’s expression was furious, and he pressed his foot harder on Zi Lan’s hand.

Zi Lan’s face twisted, feeling sharp pain shooting through her fingers, biting her lip, she glared hatefully at Bai Chun.

Boom!

Just then, Zhang Tingfeng was punched flying by Wang Ye, his body crashing heavily into Bai Chun.

Bai Chun was knocked back several meters by the impact.

At this moment, Wang Ye appeared in front of Zi Lan, looking at her blood-stained fingers, anger flared in his eyes.

This Bai Chun, robbing people is one thing, but bullying a helpless girl so viciously is intolerable.

"Are you okay, Yun’er, Ya Yun, take this girl away first!"

Wang Ye instructed the two women in the distance.

Yun’er and Ya Yun, originally incarnations of the Demon Race, had no human emotions,

so they were indifferent to the previous events.

Ya Yun thought of coming for the auction today.

Why would their master care about unrelated matters?

But since the master instructed, they had to agree.

"Yes, Master!"

The two women quickly helped Zi Lan up and prepared to leave.

Bai Chun’s gaze turned to Wang Ye, this kid not only ruined his good deed,

but also injured his subordinate, simply unforgivable.

He stared coldly at Wang Ye, with a murderous look in his eyes: "Wang Ye, you lowly person with neither power nor strength, dared to injure my men and ruin my plans,

today you shall die!"

He was just about to rush at Wang Ye.

But was stopped by his friend, Chen Biao.

Chen Biao held an iron rod, his blood-red eyes staring at Wang Ye. The one who was knocked down just now was his brother.

Seeing his brother gravely injured, if not dead, at least crippled, he couldn’t let Wang Ye go,

he stopped Bai Chun: "Big brother, do you need a butcher’s knife to kill a chicken? This guy injured my brother, I want to avenge him!"

Bai Chun suppressed his anger, clenching his fist: "Alright, don’t disappoint me, beat that idiot to death!"

He crossed his arms, coldly watching Wang Ye.

Chen Biao wielded the iron rod and rushed toward Wang Ye, with a dragon shadow appearing on the rod, and the sound of dragon roars emanated from it.

Gritting his teeth, he shouted: "Wang Ye, I want you dead!"

He then swung the rod heavily down on Wang Ye’s head.

The rod carried with it an aura of three hundred meters, its pressure suffocating everyone around.

Wang Ye looked up at the giant rod, knowing there was no way to avoid it, he could only advance,

stepping forward, he suddenly unleashed his spatial energy, flying directly in front of Chen Biao, then punching forward.

His fist, like a massive boulder weighing ten thousand pounds, struck heavily at Chen Biao.

Chen Biao flew backward, the iron rod crashing to the ground, his body landed, and instantly, the ground around him split like a spiderweb.

Spurt!

Blood sprayed out, his chest felt as if struck by heavenly lightning, lungs ruptured.

Visibly, his lips turned from bright red to the color of a black rose.

The scene suddenly froze.

Everyone present held their breath.

"This Wang Ye is strong!"

"Who could have thought Chen Biao would be disabled by one punch, Chen Biao is ranked 104th on White Tiger Peak!"

"When did Lion Peak produce such a character?"

The crowd’s eyes widened, staring blankly at the battlefield.

Bai Chun saw his good friend knocked down, his life uncertain, and he furiously roared.