Chapter 1170 (1/2)

Not long after entering the medicine bath, ye Ziheng fell asleep, waiting for him to wake up again the next day.

Ye Ziheng looked at his white and flawless body, and he began to doubt whether he was dreaming yesterday. He felt very painful yesterday. How could he wake up today without seeing any scars? He tried to move twice without any pain, as if nothing had happened yesterday.

But looking at the way he didn't wear anything except jumping underpants, ye Ziheng felt that yesterday's event should not be a fake, and the clothes beside him were covered with blood.

Ye Ziheng reaches out his hand, takes the clothes, opens them and looks at them carefully. He can't help but suck in the cool air.

If ye Ziheng didn't know the color of the clothes in advance, he would really know that it was a big red robe. The clothes were all bloody red. Except for a few places that were not stained with blood, the whole clothes had become a bloody robe.

And most importantly, ye Ziheng also found several broken ones on it!

Maybe in other people's eyes, it's normal to have a few openings in the clothes, but for ye Ziheng, it's too abnormal.

If the sword was used in yesterday's training, it's normal to open a few holes in the clothes. But it's not the sword, it's the iron ball that was used in yesterday's training.

The iron ball is round and smooth, and it's usually difficult to break such a big hole in the clothes, unless you really have a lot of strength and tear the clothes directly in a moment.

But if the strength of the iron ball really has reached this level, then ye Ziheng's body, I'm afraid, will be hurt too much!

Thinking of this, ye Ziheng can't help but take a breath of cool air. He just started to practice yesterday, but he couldn't bear the iron ball and fell down. What happened after that, he knew nothing about it.