Xuan's muscles are making corresponding movements, and the brain's memory of these movements has reached an incredible level.

It was an extremely mysterious feeling, and he couldn't figure out the reason himself. He only knew that the movements of these people were all clearly remembered.

The most important thing is that mental power touches more than one person, and everyone will have extremely subtle differences in the same movements. When all the movements of these people are recorded, the body will naturally undergo the most reasonable reorganization, leaving its essence behind.

Its dross, what is left is the most perfect action.

After about ten minutes, a set of fists and kicks were started to fight to the end, but not a single person was out of breath. It was obvious that he had been used to this kind of training for a long time.

"Old rules, rest for ten minutes, then run for five kilometers!" Xue Kun waved his hand and said.

"Brother Kun, what kind of martial arts is this?" Ye Xuan couldn't help but ask.

"Martial arts?"

Xue Kun was stunned and laughed, and explained: "We can't talk about martial arts, it's just the most common martial arts boxing in the army. Do you want to learn it?"

At this moment, a guy with a medium build, about 26 or 27 years old, walked up to Ye Xuan with a friendly face: "Everyone who can enter the security department of Tianhui Group has some strength. I can see that you must have practiced a lot.
Chapter completed!