Seeing her leave, several monks who had been tempted by her became obviously anxious.
Leaving now, isn't that too impatient?
Many people hurriedly stood up and pretended to chase in the direction where Meng Wan left, but were shocked to find that she did not leave, but walked onto the fighting arena.
"Damn it! She has a Foundation Establishment Pill on her, so why is she still participating in the fight? If she loses, won't the Foundation Establishment Pill go to someone else?"
Several people felt regretful. If they had known it would be like this, they would have just traded directly.
But people have already entered the fighting arena. Apart from anxiously waiting for the result of the fight and praying that the female cultivator would not die, there seems to be no other way.
Meng Wan’s opponent is also a silver fighter.
The battle between the two silver fighters made the atmosphere in the arena even more heated.
Everyone's eyes were fanatically following the two figures in the arena, guessing the outcome of the fight.
But Meng Wan's performance was too poor. After just a dozen rounds of fighting, she was at a disadvantage and was pinned to the ground by her opponent.
There was a lot of booing in the venue, and those who bet on Meng Wan to win cursed and regretted it.
"That girl named Tang Wan'er doesn't look like a strong person. I must be crazy to put the spirit stone on her."
"What a mistake! How could there be such a weak Silver Fighter? I should have suppressed Shuang Chen earlier."
"Hehe, you guys don't understand this, right? The Shura Arena is spread all over the cultivation world, not just in Hengyue City. This Tang Wan'er probably ran here from somewhere else."
Meng Wan fell on the fighting field, allowing the opponent's ice blades to fall on her body densely.
The vestments she wore were torn to shreds and covered in blood, making her look miserable.
But Meng Wan knew very well that she had only suffered superficial injuries.
It looked scary, but in fact, those three-foot-long ice blades only scratched her skin when they fell on her, and could not go any further.
Thinking that the time was almost up, a bow and arrow appeared in Meng Wan's hand.
Facing the attack of the ice blade, she struggled to draw the bow, aim, and condense her spiritual energy to shoot an arrow.
“Whoosh—”
The arrow flew out and landed accurately on the opponent, who fell down silently and stopped breathing.
The whole audience was silent, and then there was an uproar.
"What grade is the spiritual bow in her hand? It can actually kill Shuang Chen with one arrow. Isn't it terrifying?"
"Shuang Chen clearly underestimated the power of this arrow, which is why he was so careless and fell into it... What a pity. Originally, Tang Wan'er should not have been his opponent."
"Tang Wan'er's aura seems to have weakened a lot. The last arrow she shot seemed to have cost her a lot of money."
Amidst the discussion among the crowd, Meng Wan tremblingly climbed up, put all the spoils into her pocket, and walked out of the arena.
Although she was wearing a mask and no one could see her true face, countless people's eyes fell on her involuntarily.
It was not until the two monks for the next duel entered the arena that the many eyes glued to her gradually dissipated.
"Fairy, fairy! Here!"
As soon as Meng Wan came off the stage, she heard an anxious call.
She looked in the direction of the voice and saw several monks waving at her.
Seeing her looking over, the leading male cultivator lowered his voice and said concisely, "Transaction."
Meng Wan understood. After the previous fight, these cultivators who had their eyes on the Foundation Establishment Pill could no longer sit still.
"Ahem... please wait a moment, fellow Taoists. Let me take a few pills to calm down."
After Meng Wan finished taking the pill, the cultivator who had spoken earlier couldn't help but urge her.
"Fairy, this is not the place to talk. Why don't we go to the elegant room on the second floor and have a detailed discussion?"
Meng Wan nodded, followed the others upstairs, and walked into an elegant room.
There is a formation in the elegant room to block the sight and prying of others, greatly reducing the risk of the transaction.
Meng Wan looked at the five people opposite and spoke straight to the point.
"I only have one Foundation Establishment Pill. I'll trade with whoever offers something more appealing to me. If what you offer isn't enough to impress me, I'll simply give up on this deal."
Seeing that no one had any objection, Meng Wan spoke.
"To reduce the risk of this transaction, you only have one chance to bid. Please enter the compartment and write down the items you wish to trade on a piece of paper and hand them to me one by one. I will spend half a cup of tea with each of you individually.
This way, no one except me and the trader will know who got the Foundation Establishment Pill."
The others looked at each other and nodded.
Although this plan still has some loopholes, it seems to be the best solution at the moment.
"Okay, let's start the transaction. Who will make the first bid?"
The five people looked at each other warily, and finally a middle-aged female cultivator snorted coldly and stepped into the compartment first.
Meng Wan watched the interaction between the five people, and the corners of her mouth hidden under the mask curled up slightly.
There is only one chance to bid. If these people really want to get the Foundation Establishment Pill, they will definitely give a price that satisfies her.
Of course, these people are not fools, and they will not take out things worth the Yuanchao Foundation Establishment Pill.
However, no matter what they take out, Meng Wan will not lose anything.
Because the foundation-building pill in her hand was originally a fake.
Soon, five notes were handed to Meng Wan.
Meng Wan put away the note and looked at the middle-aged female cultivator who entered the compartment first. "Let's start with you."
She stood up and walked into the compartment one after the other with the middle-aged female cultivator.
The other four people looked at each other, but could only wait for time to pass slowly, secretly hoping that Meng Wan would not like what the middle-aged female cultivator took out.
Half a cup of tea later, the middle-aged female cultivator came out of the compartment, without even looking at the remaining four people, and walked straight out of the private room.
At the same time, a slightly hoarse voice sounded from the compartment.
"The second bidder, please come in."
Immediately afterwards, the third and fourth fellow Taoists entered the compartment one after another, and when the time was up, they hurried away.
In the end, only the last monk who made a bid was left, and no transaction was made.
After the other four people left, Meng Wan walked out of the compartment. "There are only two of us in this elegant room. There is no need to enter the compartment."
The fifth monk who made a bid was an old man. He was thin and wrapped in a loose robe, looking a little funny.
Hearing this, he asked impatiently, "Are you satisfied with the price I offered, Fairy?"
Meng Wan chuckled, "To be honest, from the moment I got the note, I had already decided that I wanted to trade with you. It's just that due to the rules, I had to stay with the others for half a quarter of an hour."
Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but show some joy on his face.
Although he was very confident about the price he offered, he had no idea what the other party wanted, so he was always nervous.
He was already in his sixties and had wasted most of his life. He had finally touched the threshold of foundation building, but he had not dared to take that step because he had not had the foundation building pill.
Now that he heard the news, how could he not be happy?
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