Chapter 80 Catnip
Since her daughter has won, she, as a mother, cannot let her down.
Fortunately, the time, place and people were all right. In this match, Zhou Li fought against Bai Ming from the Beast Taming Sect, a good-looking and cool young boy with good cultivation, who was in the late stage of foundation building. The spirit beast beside him seemed to be quite powerful as well, with blue eyes, vertical pupils, and big, bright cat eyes. Like its master, it stood across the arena and looked at Zhou Li indifferently.
A young boy in white and a big cat half the height of a person. One is cool and aloof, the other is soft and cute. Putting them together, the contrast is quite cute.
"Wandao Sect, Zhou Li."
"Beast Taming Sect, Bai Ming, fellow Daoist, please go first."
The two men stood on opposite sides, clasped their fists from a distance, and announced their names.
Bai Ming is also one of the best geniuses of this generation and one of the few swordsmen in the Beastmaster Sect.
The big white cat next to him also has a noble origin. According to the information given to her by Master Long, this cat is the cat king of Wushu Mountain. It is a seventh-level monster, equivalent to a cultivator in the late Jindan stage or early Yuanying stage. It is terribly strong.
When Zhou Li first saw his information, she was actually quite panicked. She felt that she was not good enough and could not beat him. Later, Ling'er gave her some advice. If she was really unlucky enough to meet him, she could prepare some cat strips, catnip and the like. Although the white cat, which was already a seventh-level great demon, might not look down on these things, it was better to have them than nothing.
In the ring, no matter how powerful the spirit beast is, it can never replace its master. As long as it can knock the master off the stage, it will win the ring match.
Therefore, the most important thing is how to distract the big white cat so that she can take the opportunity to beat the man down!
The other party is a sword cultivator, so Zhou Li naturally wants to play sword with him.
The sword she used was also given by Master Long. It was the same type of white iron sword in his daughter's hand. When the mother and daughter held the same sword, it would reduce some of the doubts in the eyes of others.
After all, under pressure, my daughter was tested in public to see if she was the descendant of Heng Yue. Although she failed the test, it was not too long ago that the incident happened, and many people still looked at her with scrutiny and suspicion.
The two men on the stage attacked almost at the same time. Ding ding dang, in less than a breath, the two had already exchanged dozens of moves with their swords.
As their strengths were equal, naturally no one got the upper hand, and they retreated at the same time tacitly, keeping their distance.
Zhou Li lowered her eyes slightly. There was a crack on the base of her right hand. Blood was flowing like a fountain, staining the cotton cloth that her daughter had wrapped around the hilt of the sword red.
Bai Ming was in a similar situation. He was unable to dodge in time and got a small cut on his left shoulder. His right hand holding the sword was in excruciating pain, at least some of it was broken.
The young man's delicate brows were slightly furrowed. He didn't expect that a woman who had just established her foundation last year, no matter how talented she was, had practiced for too short a time and would definitely not be able to achieve anything. There was no need to take her seriously and treat her as a real enemy.
So when his elders handed him the information, he just glanced at the woman named Zhou Li and didn't look at it carefully.
Now it seems that I was really careless.
Fortunately, although my swordsmanship may not be as good as hers, I still have spirit beasts, and I have cultivated for many years earlier than her. As long as I am willing to work hard, why should I be afraid that I can't kick her off the stage?
on!
With an order in his mind, the big white cat that had been on standby suddenly meowed fiercely, leaped up, and swung its claws towards Zhou Li.
Zhou Li was well prepared for this. As soon as she opened the storage bag, she threw the dried fish that she had carefully dried and the catnip balls specially made by her daughter at the white cat.
(End of this chapter)
