The disciples in the field did not make a sound, but just stood quietly. The elders of each faction all said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say!" Jiang Yuroe smiled and said, "Mingxi, you come." "Out of nowhere, he stepped forward. The look on his face is constant, that is, he has been the same as these many people, and these many pairs of eyes.

Jiang Yuzi said: "Clear, from this moment 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 relics of the ancestor!" he waved his hand, and an incense case appeared in the empty field. On top of the incense table was a half-new khaki robe, a thick set of old books, a dark box, and a small incense burner. There was a dark incense beside the incense burner.

Ming took two steps forward, knelt down to the river fish roe, and kowtowed. He knocked each head very seriously, and Han Yiming heard Senior Brother Shen count in a low voice: "One, two, three...... Five...... Nine, ten, eleven. After the eleventh head of Mingxi bowed, he stood up, dusted off his clothes, reached out and took a bunch of fine incense by the incense burner, and with a finger, he led the incense on the incense head, lit the incense, bowed to the old clothes, old books, and boxes a few times, and inserted the fine incense into the incense burner. He turned around, walked a few steps away, turned back again, and bowed down to the incense case.

As soon as he bowed down, a fierce wind blew out of nowhere, and the wind whistled and blew the clothes of the people. The wind was swirling and blowing, and everyone felt as if there were countless hands stirring in the air, only where Mingqing and Jiang Yuroe were, but the dust did not move, not even a corner of the clothes, not a trace of hair.

After bowing three times, the whirlwind suddenly disappeared. A disciple of Dusty Creek Mountain stepped forward with a tray in his hand and several stacks of fine paper piled on it. Han Yiming watched from a distance, it was not paper money, and nothing was written on it. I really can't figure it out, just watching. Mingxi took a stack of fine paper, put it in his palm, and it burned in a blink of an eye, and it was burning!

Mingming lit the plate of paper one by one, piled it in front of him, and then kowtowed. A layer of white mist rose on the ground, and the color turned from light to dark, immersing everyone's knees in the thick fog, and there was still no thick fog around the body. At this time, even the river fish roe was soaked in a thick fog, and Ming Ming kowtowed six times in a row in the thick fog.

After he finished knocking his six heads, he saw that there were countless more hands in the air, snatching the fine paper ashes all over the ground, and even the clear corners of his clothes were snatched away. But there was calm and no wind around them. After watching the many invisible hands brushing Ming's hair and clothes for a while, Mingliang stood up. There was a loud "snap" in the sky, as if a big bird was flapping its wings and flying away. Ming Ming turned around, and in an instant, the dense fog around everyone rushed towards him, and in a blink of an eye, they all retreated behind him, and in front of him, there were teachers and disciples of various sects, and behind him, the dense fog was like a cloud, and it was gently steaming.

Jiang Yuzi stepped forward, put the black box and old books on top of the old clothes, picked up the old clothes, put them in Mingxi's hands, and said: "Mingqing! From now on, you are the head of the Fanshan faction! The affairs of the Fanshan faction, big and small, are handled by you." I won't come to ask, a thousand pounds of heavy burden, but it's all on your shoulders!" Han Yiming listened carefully to what Ming Ming was going to say, but saw that Ming Ming was silent, just holding the old clothes and standing in the middle of the field.

His face was still the same as before, always calm and unchanged, and he couldn't see the ups and downs of emotions. Han Yiming only heard Shen Ruofu whisper behind him: "Senior Brother Mingxi is really a great talent, and the instrument is extraordinary, I don't know if this head of the family has changed to someone else, will he be happy? Joy descends from the sky, will he be stunned? Anyway, I can't be so calm as if nothing happened!" Not even the robe he was wearing was new, but it looked more intimate.

Jiang Yuji said again: "Thank you for taking the time to come here today, I am grateful!" said and bowed to everyone. Everyone got up and saluted, and Han Yiming saw Chen Rufeng and his disciples come forward to congratulate Mingming. At this point, it means that the succession ceremony of the head of the family has been announced, and Han Yiming saw that the master did not move, so he also stood aside with his senior brothers and sisters. Shen Ruofu was a little disappointed, pulled Han Yiming's sleeve, and whispered, "Little junior brother, is this over?"

Han Yiming looked around, a little uncertain: "Well, it seems to be over." Shen Ruofu said unsatisfactorily: "That's it, it's over, it's really free......free" and then didn't continue, Han Yiming didn't ask, just watched everyone go up one by one, congratulated Mingqing, and said goodbye to Jiang Yuroe, and then left.

After a while, Qin Wufang stood up and walked forward, Han Yiming also followed behind the senior brothers, looked at the senior uncle and Mingming to congratulate, gave a book to Mingxi as a congratulatory gift, turned around and went to talk to Jiang Yuroe, and the senior brothers and sisters also congratulated Mingqing before stepping forward. He reached into his arms, touched the spiritual power of the mallet spirit worm, and was about to take it out, when he suddenly saw Mingxi shaking his head lightly at him, he didn't have time to react for a while, and he had already taken it out, and saw Mingxi put the thing he was holding in his hand into the hands of a fellow disciple next to him, walked over to himself, and pinched his hand and said: "Senior brother, thank you for coming to see me, thank you!" With a squeeze of his hand, he did not take the thing in his hand, but held the mallet spiritual power that he was about to take out in his hand together with his hand.

Although Han Yiming is not smart, he also knows that he will not accept this congratulatory gift. It's just that I'm a little confused, and I don't know if it's because I'm a disciple, and it's not appropriate to give a congratulatory gift, so I hold it down clearly. Clarity has always been above board, and even the charm is very magnificent, so there must be a reason for doing so. Han Yiming understood it for a while, and stuffed it casually, stuffed the spiritual power of the mallet into his sleeve, and never took it out again.

There was already a division commander from another faction coming over, and said clearly: "Senior brother, thank you so much!" Turning around to talk to the division commander of another faction, Han Yiming walked to the side, and walked out as all the senior brothers and sisters saluted Jiang Yuro. They just walked out of the courtyard, and someone had already caught up behind them: "Uncle Qin, please stay!" Han Yiming heard the voice calmly, he knew that it was Liu Chenxing, turned around, and sure enough, it was him!

Hoshino rushed forward, first bowed to Qin Wufang, straightened up and said, "Uncle Qin, the head of our sect wants to invite Senior Brother Han to give up Panhuan for a few days, and the special disciple has come to invite him! The disciple has not seen Senior Brother Sima for a long time, and he also invites Senior Brother Sima to stay in our place for a few days, dare to ask Senior Brother if Uncle can agree?"

What did Yuan Hui ask Xiao Han to do? It will be updated again in the evening.