The disciples in the field did not speak, but just stood quietly. The elders of each sect said, "It's easy to say it!" Jiang Yuzi smiled and said, "Mingxi, come." Mingxi didn't know where he came out and walked up. His expression was constant on his face, so he became so many people, and these many pairs of eyes were consistent.

Jiang Yuzi said, "Mingxi, from now on, I will pass on the position of the head of Fanshan to you. You are the head of my Fanshan Sect. Okay, you salute the ancestor's relics!" With a wave of his hand, an incense table appeared in the empty room. On the incense table was a set of half-new earth-yellow robes, a thick set of old books wrapped in a box, a dark box and a small incense burner. Next to the incense burner was a bouquet of dark fragrance.

Mingxi took two steps forward, knelt down to Jiang Yuzi, and kowtowed. Each of his head was very serious. Han Yiming heard Senior Brother Chen counting in a low voice: "One, two, three...five...nine, ten, eleven." Mingxi's eleven knocked down his eleventh head, stood up, dusted the dust from his clothes, reached out to take a bunch of scented fragrance beside the incense burner, and held his fingers on the incense head, lit the incense head, bowed to the old clothes, old books, and boxes, and inserted the incense into the incense burner. He turned around, walked away a few steps, turned around, and bowed to the incense table.

As soon as he bowed, a strong wind blew from somewhere. The sound of the wind blew, making everyone's clothes whirl. The wind was whirling, and everyone felt that countless hands were stirring in the air. Only Ming and Jiang Fish Roe were there, but there was no dust moving, and even a corner of the clothes and a trace of hair was not moved.

Mingxi bowed three times, and the whirlwind suddenly disappeared. A disciple of Chenxishan came forward, holding a tray in his hand, with a few piles of fine paper piled on it. Han Yiming looked from afar, it was not paper money, and nothing was written on it. He really didn't understand, but just looked. Mingxi took a stack of fine paper and put it on his palm, and it burned in a blink of an eye, and it was burning!

Mingxi ignited the plate of fine paper one by one, piled it in front of her, and then kowtowed. A layer of white mist rose from light to deep, so that everyone's knees were soaked in thick fog, and there was still no thick fog around Mingxi. At this time, Lianjiang Fish Roe was soaked in thick fog, so Mingxi knocked six times in the thick fog.

After knocking his six heads, he saw that there were countless hands in the sky, snatching the fine paper ash all over the ground, even Ming's corners were snatched up. But everyone was calm and windless. After watching many invisible hands brushing Ming's hair and clothes for a while, Ming's stood up. There was a loud "click" sound in the sky, as if a big bird flapped its wings and flew away. Ming's turn around, and in an instant, the thick fog around everyone rushed towards him, and in a blink of an eye, retreated behind him. In front of him, there were division commanders and disciples of various sects. Behind him, the thick fog was like clouds, gently steaming.

Jiang Yuzi walked forward and placed the black box and old books on the old clothes. He picked up the old clothes and put them in Mingxi's hand, and said, "Mingxi! From now on, you have been the head of the Fanshan Sect! You will handle all the affairs of all sizes of the Fanshan Sect. I will not ask about anything. The heavy burden is placed on your shoulders!" Han Yiming listened carefully to what Mingxi was about to say, but saw Mingxi silently, just holding the old clothes and standing in the venue.

His face was still as calm as before, and he was always calm and unchanged, and he could not see any emotional ups and downs. Han Yiming only heard Chen Ruofu praise behind him: "Senior Brother Mingxi is indeed a great master, and his talent is extraordinary. I don't know that this sect has changed to someone else, and he doesn't like to behave in appearance? He is happy from the sky, and is not as stupid as a wooden chicken? Anyway, I can't be so calm as if nothing happened!" These few words of his true words were indeed. Although Han Yiming knew that he was clear and calm, he realized that he had reached this point of calmness, which surprised him. He was not even wearing a robe, but he looked more intimate.

Jiang Yuzi said again: "Thank you, fellow Taoists, for taking the time to come today. I am grateful!" As he said that, he bowed to everyone. Everyone stood up and returned the gift. Han Yiming saw Chen Rufeng bringing his disciples forward to congratulate Mingxi. At this point, it means that the sect leader's succession ceremony had been announced. When Han Yiming saw that the master did not move, he also stood aside with his senior brothers and sisters. Chen Ruofu was quite disappointed, pulled Han Yiming's sleeve and whispered: "Little brother, is this over?"

Han Yiming looked around and was a little uncertain: "Well, it seems to be over." Chen Ruofu said in a deep mood: "Is this the end? I'm really free and easy..." Afterwards, Han Yiming didn't ask any further, but just watched everyone walk up, congratulate Mingxi, say goodbye to Jiang Yuzi, and then leave each one.

After a while, Qin Wufang stood up and walked forward. Han Yiming followed the senior brothers. After watching the congratulations with Mingxi, he sent a book to Mingxi as a gift and turned around to talk to Jiang Yuzi. The senior brothers and sisters also congratulated Mingxi before walking forward. He reached into his arms and touched the spiritual power of the stick-maul spirit insect. He was about to take it out, but suddenly he saw Mingxi shook his head slightly at him. He didn't react for a moment and took it out. Then he saw Mingxi put the things in his hand into the hand of a fellow disciple next to him, walked towards him, and pinched his hand and said, "Junior brother, thank you for coming to see me, thank you!" He pinched his hand and did not take the things in his hand. Instead, he held the stick-maul spirit power in his hand and held it together with his hand.

Although Han Yiming was not smart, he knew that Mingxi would not accept this gift. He was just a little confused. He didn't know if it was because he was a disciple and it was not appropriate to send a gift, so Mingxi held it down. Mingxi was always open and upright, and even his aura was very grand. So there must be a reason for doing this. Han Yiming understood the mind for a while, and stuffed the stick-stick spiritual power into his sleeves and never took it out.

The commander of the other soldiers came over and said clearly: "Junior brother, thank you!" He turned around and talked to the commander of the other soldiers. Han Yiming walked aside and walked out as the senior brothers and sisters bowed to Jiang Yuzi. They had just walked out of the hospital, and someone came over behind them: "Master Qin, please stay!" Han Yiming heard the calm voice, and it was known that it was Liu Chenxing. He turned around and it was him!

Hoshino rushed forward, gave a bow to Qin Wufang first, and stood up straight and said, "Master Qin, my sect leader wants to ask Junior Brother Han to stay for a few days, and specially sent his disciples to come and invite him! The disciple has not seen Senior Brother Sima for a long time, so he also asked Senior Brother Sima to stay in my place for a few days. How dare you ask Master if he agrees?"—
Chapter completed!