When a Western Fantasy Witch Traveled to the Immortal Cultivation World and Became the King of Scrol

Chapter 82: Daniu's Rice Bowl

Regret is the most useless emotion.

The white cat hooked Zhou Li's skirt with its claws, intending to throw her down.

As the master's spiritual beast, it is considered part of the master's fighting power. As long as the opponent is thrown off the stage, its master will be considered the winner.

Zhou Li naturally understood that if he didn't get out of his current situation, he would most likely lose.

Her daughter is still waiting, she can’t, at least not lose this time!

She had prepared three storage bags to store the most powerful magic weapons, and had already used up two of them. This last one carried all her hopes.

The moment his body was thrown high into the air, Zhou Li touched the last storage bag around his waist.

But this time, instead of the white cat being dumbfounded and angry, Zhou Li himself was dumbfounded first.

What were scattered all over the sky were not the plants that cats loved the most that she had prepared in advance, but some of the big cow's food bowls, spiritual herbs, spiritual animal pills and other things that she carried with her.

Surprisingly! I made a mistake at this time!

Zhou Li felt hopeless, thinking that it was a fact that he had lost the battle and there was no need to continue struggling.

The sky was dark and the wind was picking up.

Zhou Li was lifted powerlessly in the air by the cat's paws, but the white cat, which should have thrown her down, seemed to be attracted by the food bowl and spiritual herbs on the ground.

Looking in the direction it was looking, Zhou Li exclaimed in his heart. It was strange. He had scattered so many plants that cats liked, but this guy didn't fall for it.

Now, I've scattered the wrong thing and it actually caught its eye.

That's just a magical herb, bought as fodder for the big cows!

The white cat didn't know what to do at this moment, whether to throw this person away for the benefit of his owner first, or to follow his own nature and let this person go.

The food bowl on the ground, that smell... it was unfamiliar, but as a demon, it could sense it, that breath that seemed to come from an ancient mythical beast, suppressing it so that it could not move, losing all its blood. In its mind, it was the little master urging it to throw the person down.

But the white cat struggled with it for a long time, but in the end he couldn't overcome his instinct.

Zhou Li looked at the white cat with a wooden face, as if he was treating a fragile item. He slowly put her down from the air, then wagged its tail in front of her obediently, shrank its body to the size of a normal cat, took a few steps back, found a corner to lie down, closed his eyes and began to sleep.

Everyone present was speechless.

The situation seemed to have been decided, but there was an unexpected reversal. The cat of Zhou Li's enemy seemed to have suddenly rebelled, completely reversing the unfavorable situation for Zhou Li.

Bai Ming tried his best to ask the big white cat through the spirit beast contract why it suddenly rebelled.

But the food bowl was still placed on the field not far away, and it was under such great pressure that it couldn't even answer its owner's questions properly.

Although Zhou Li didn't know what had happened, the current situation had changed, which was good for her.

She used her spiritual power to quickly stop the bleeding from the wound on her hand, then she gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and smiled at Bai Ming, who had an unpleasant expression on his face.

"Friend Bai, do you still want to fight?"

"Hit him!" Bai Ming answered without any hesitation.

Although his spirit beast retreated in the face of battle, the reason why he has the talent he has today is not because he raised a good spirit beast, but because of his own talent and hard work.

From the first few moves they made, he already knew how strong Zhou Li was.

It is indeed tricky, but as a sword cultivator, he has never known the word retreat!
……

Bai Ming was tied up with vines and sent off the stage.

He didn't understand, as they were both sword practitioners, why this woman could be so shameless.

You can fight with swords, but in the middle of the fight you suddenly start playing magic when he is not prepared. What does that mean?
(End of this chapter)